Luyện nghe bài hát The Libertine's Dream

On a bed of silken he lay his head
The edged in gold and red

A in his prison walls
A feast for all, there's really only

Those shut out the world
Leaving him to conjure up his own

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he
And

A fantasy of sumptuous
His

Where only straw the his mind hallucinates
Creates and fire

His pour out upon the page
His is never quenched, never tired

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he
And
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he
And
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he
And
And

He builds a fortress
Fills it with the lusty, and wise

Fantasy to
His is a playground for desire

And he the within his walls
Deliberately locks the outside

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he
And

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he
And
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he
And
And

All the mind
A of pleasure in his mind

But just a little sad for all things he had
He waits and his time

With a gleam he tastes his freedom
And out to realise

His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his
His
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