Luyện nghe bài hát The Nightingale

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

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

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

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

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

"You for her, sweet Nightingale,
You her of my love,
You bring for her, Nightingale,
This red, red of love;"

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

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