Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrows of the moon

This evening the moon more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in deep
With gentle caresses listlessly
The of her breasts before she sleeps
On velvet backs of soft
She often lies enraptured as she
And gazes on white visions
Which like a to heaven rise
sometimes on this globe, in indolence
She lets a tear drop down, by chance
A poet, set oblivion
Takes in his hand pale and furtive tear
This opal drop rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his far from the sun