Luyện nghe bài hát The Shrine

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

and I wonder what became of
what of them

sunlight me no matter what I do
apples in the Summer are sweet
everyday a passing

I'm not one to ever pray for
or to wish on pennies n the or the shrine
but that day you know I my money
and I thought of you
all that copper glowing

and I what became of you
what of you

Sunlight over me no matter I do
in the summer are golden sweet
everyday a complete
in the summer are golden sweet
everyday a passing

In the waking up to terrible sunlight
All like skin abused
The sun is its size
you talk you hardly even look in my eyes
in the morning, in the

In the doorway holding that letter I
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 washing off my name your throat
in the morning, in the

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

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