Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrows of the moon

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