Luyện nghe bài hát The Dream Of The Old Boats

Running by the shiny way
flows thoughtlessly
Down the mirror
Of a waterline

There was a breeze
Strange

And was the sun

It was even able to me up
No longer an
The sight passed me by, as running
to a sweet roundabout

Then the mighty of a
The art in its
Its baroque
Its gone

Its ornaments
Its lone
Its memories
Its lost

As has never been
As the moon ever be
Just only is the sea

It was a dream, a dream
'cause in a dream there's fresh breeze
the can me up
I could dream it again!