Luyện nghe bài hát The Mists Of Avalon (For Cheryl)

deaf
lay your head down
on the blue
bird sweeps low
circling long pools

silent
of days by
fall from high
light breaks the black
its beauty brightly
far up
the jeweled crown

as you sleep
sleep soul
journey has come to an end
beneath veins of
six dew fall
the lush garden awaits dream
the garden waits for your dream

deaf
lay your head down
on the blue
black bird low
circling forgotten pools