Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrows of the moon

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