Luyện nghe bài hát The Shrine

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

and I what became of them
what became of

sunlight over me no what I do
apples in the Summer are golden
everyday a passing

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

and I what became of you
became of you

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

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

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

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

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

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