Luyện nghe bài hát The Lake

In of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the world a spot
The I could not love the less
So lovely was the
Of a wild lake, black rock bound,
And the pines that towered around.
But when the had thrown her pall
Upon spot, as upon all.

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

Yet terror was not fright,
But a delight
A feeling not the mine
Could teach or bribe me to
Nor love although the love thine.

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

Death was in poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a grave
For him who thence could solace
To his lone
Whose soul could make
And of that him lake.

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

And the mystic wind by
Then ah then I awake
And Eden of that him

And the wind went by
Murmuring in
Then a then I awake
To the of the lone lake.

And the mystic went by
Murmuring in
Then a then I would
To the terror of the lake.