Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrows Of The Moon

This evening the moon dreams more
As some woman lost in cushions deep
gentle hand caresses listlessly
The of her breasts before she sleeps, oh

On velvet backs of avalanches
She often lies enraptured as she
And gazes on white aloft
Which like a to heaven rise

When on this globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear down, by chance
A poet set oblivion

Oh, takes in his this pale and furtive tear
This opal where rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his far from the sun