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

deaf
lay laurelled head down
on the blue
black bird low
circling long pools

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

as you sleep
sleep wandering
your journey has to an end
beneath veins of
six dew drops
the garden awaits your dream
the garden waits for your dream

angel
lay your head down
on the blue
bird sweeps low
circling long forgotten