Luyện nghe bài hát Snow

White are the plains, and white
The forests grow;
The wind dies out the height
And still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and
Falls scarce audibly.

The road before me smooths and
Apace, and all
The dwindle, and the hills
Are slowly out;
The trees loom spectrally
Into the dim sky.

The meadows and streams
Lie still without a
Like some soft of dreams
The snow-fall me round;
In wood and water, and air,
A everywhere.

when at lonely intervals
Some farmer's sleigh, on,
With rustling runner and bells,
Swings by me and is
Or from the empty I hear
A sound remote and

The of a dog, or call
To cattle, pealed,
Borne, from some wayside stall
Or far afield;

Then all is and the snow falls
Settling soft and
The deepens and the grey
Folds closer and sky
The world shrouded, far away.

Its sleep, and I as secret as
Yon stream plod dumbly on and dream