Luyện nghe bài hát Snow

White are the plains, and white
The fading grow;
The dies out along the height
And still the snow,
A weight on roof and tree
down scarce audibly.

The road me smooths and fills
Apace, and all
The dwindle, and the hills
Are slowly out;
The naked trees loom
the dim white sky.

The meadows and far-sheeted
Lie without a sound;
some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall me round;
In wood and water, and air,
A everywhere.

Save when at lonely
farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is
Or from the waste I hear
A remote and clear;

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

Then all is and the snow falls
soft and slow
The evening and the grey
Folds earth and sky
The seems shrouded, far away.

Its noises sleep, and I as as
Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and