Luyện nghe bài hát The Shrine

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

and I wonder became of them
what of them

sunlight over me no matter I do
apples in the are golden sweet
everyday a complete

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

and I wonder what of you
what of you

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

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

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

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

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

and if I just awhile here staring at the sea
and the break ever closer, ever near to me
I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean
me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze