Luyện nghe bài hát The Lake

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

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

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

And the mystic wind by
Murmuring in
Then a then I awake
To the terror of the lake.

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

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

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