Luyện nghe bài hát The Lake

In of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide a spot
The which I could not the less
So was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black bound,
And the tall pines towered around.
But when the had thrown her pall
that spot, as upon all.

And the wind went by
in melody
Then a I would awake
To the of the lone lake.

Yet that was not fright,
But a delight
A not the jewelled mine
Could teach or me to define
Nor although the love were thine.

And the mystic wind by
Murmuring in
Then a then I would
To the of the lone lake.

Death was in poisonous wave,
And in its a fitting grave
For him who thence solace bring
To his imagining
Whose solitary could make
And Eden of him lake.

Of a wild lake, with black around's you
And the tall pines that around.
No love, no more pain
To, to

And the mystic went by
Then ah then I would
And Eden of him lake

And the mystic wind by
in melody
Then a then I would
To the of the lone lake.

And the mystic wind by
in melody
Then a then I would
To the terror of the lake.