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

deaf
lay your laurelled down
on the forest
black bird low
circling forgotten pools

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

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

deaf
lay your laurelled head
on the forest
black sweeps low
long forgotten pools