Luyện nghe bài hát The Shrine

I down among the dust and pollen
to the old stone fountain in the morning after
underneath were all these pennies fallen from the of children
they were there and then were

and I what became of them
what became of

over me no matter what I do
apples in the Summer are sweet
a passing complete

I'm not one to ever for mercy
or to on pennies n the fountain or the shrine
but that day you know I left my
and I of you only
all that copper glowing

and I wonder became of you
what of you

over me no matter what I do
apples in the are golden sweet
a passing complete
apples in the summer are sweet
a passing complete

In the morning waking up to terrible
All diffuse like abused
The sun is half its
When you talk you hardly even look in my
in the morning, in the

In the doorway holding letter I wrote
in the driveway away putting on your coat
in the ocean washing off my from your throat
in the morning, in the

in the ocean off my name from your throat
in the morning, in the

Green apples hang my tree
they only to me
Green apples from my green apple tree
belong only to, only to me

and if I just stay here staring at the sea
and the waves break ever closer, ever to me
I lay down in the sand and let the ocean leave
carry me to Innisfree like pollen on the