Luyện nghe bài hát The Shrine

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

and I what became of them
what of them

sunlight over me no matter I do
in the Summer are golden sweet
everyday a passing

I'm not one to pray for mercy
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 glowing fine

and I wonder became of you
what of you

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

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

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

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

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

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