Luyện nghe bài hát The Nightingale

Love burns in a young heart,
He would give her the and the stars,
And all the of the Pharaohs for a moment in her arms;

To the Ball him she will go, if her brings a red, red rose,
But is only a rose of white in his garden green;
And calling up to the sky, the heard his lonely cry;

"Sing for her sweet Nightingale, her of my love,
Bring for her sweet a red, red rose of love;

Said the to the Nightingale,
"Upon this thorn you impale your heart,
And then the blood will turn white rose red;"

All night, the bird sang,
But in the she was gone,
And beside her on the ground lay a red, red
When the boy found it there, joy came his despair;

"You sang for her, Nightingale,
You her of my love,
You bring for her, Nightingale,
red, red rose of love;"

So he her the beautiful rose,
"To the Ball me you will go,"
"But no," she said, "I have instead,
Another has won my heart, and you,
Now I must part, so take your foolish and go!"

Sing for her Nightingale,
Sing from above,
for her sweet Nightingale,
The that is love, the wisdom that is love.