Luyện nghe bài hát Snow

White are the far-off plains, and
The forests grow;
The wind dies out the height
And still the snow,
A gathering weight on and tree
Falls down audibly.

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

The and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a
Like soft minister of dreams
The hoods me round;
In wood and water, and air,
A everywhere.

when at lonely intervals
Some sleigh, urged on,
With runner and sharp bells,
by me and is gone;
Or from the empty I hear
A sound and clear;

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

all is silent and the snow falls
Settling and slow
The evening deepens and the
Folds earth and sky
The world shrouded, far away.

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