Luyện nghe bài hát Summer Mourning

summer mourning, I to slip away
there is nothing, there is no one who have a word to say
I off down some suburban London lane
there is nothing, there is no one to whom I need
I turn, I turn and the fall behind
who would have thought that I'd be one who would so hope to
these pale fields, their vibrating repetition
the slight from the morning to the afternoon edition
so
so
on
on
the road it and head high flowers appear
thick with toxicity, unsolved but certain fear
and in grove, a channel cuts a small divide
I to find Ophelia drifting calmly by
so
so
on
on
so I continue, I upon the town
admiring the moving purposely around
in the market there's a woman so veiled
perfect darkness of her fabric, at I would fail
do I or do I catch her gaze?
does she smile for a moment the summer haze?
it hardly matters. did I to say?
I'm a spectre, I'm a shadow across a perfect day
on
for off
away away