Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrows of the moon

This evening the dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, in cushions deep
With gentle hand listlessly
The contour of her before she sleeps
On velvet of avalanches soft
She lies enraptured as she dies
And gazes on white aloft
Which like a blossoming to rise
When sometimes on this globe, in
She a secret tear drop down, by chance
A poet, set oblivion
Takes in his this pale and furtive tear
This opal drop where rainbow appear
And it in his breast far from the sun