Luyện nghe bài hát The Dreams Of The Old Boats

Running by the shipway
Which thoughtlessly
the marine mirror
Of a waterline

There was a fresh
Strange

And was the Sun

It was even to warm me up
No longer an
The sight by, as pictures running
Playing tag to a roundabout

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

The ornaments
Its gaze
Its ancient
Its lost

As Venice has been
As the moon won't be
And just is the sea

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