Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrows of the moon

This evening the moon dreams lazily
As some fair woman, lost in deep
With gentle hand listlessly
The contour of her breasts she sleeps
On velvet of avalanches soft
She often lies as she dies
And on white visions aloft
Which a blossoming to heaven rise
sometimes on this globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear drop down, by
A poet, set oblivion
Takes in his this pale and furtive tear
This opal drop where hues appear
And hides it in his breast far the sun