Luyện nghe bài hát The Dreams Of The Old Boats

Running by the shiny
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 an enemy
The passed by, as pictures running
tag to a sweet roundabout

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

The arcane
Its gaze
Its memories
Its wars

As has never been
As the won't ever be
And only is the sea

It was a dream, just a
'Cause only in a there's a fresh breeze
The Sun can me up
I I could dream it again