Luyện nghe bài hát Sinking Spell

Oh there's something in the sky,
A floating, way up high,
It is not merely there,
But slowly through the air.

The sky pink and gold, it's knees,
level with the evening trees,
Morose, aloof,
It hovered above the roof.

The weeks by, it made it's way,
A little lower, day,
It further in the night,
And gave the maid an fright.

It did not linger all
Forever in the hall,
It found the room in turn
And slipped a chinese urn.