Luyện nghe bài hát The Shrine

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

and I what became of them
what of them

sunlight over me no what I do
apples in the Summer are golden
a passing 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 left my
and I of you only
all that glowing fine

and I what became of you
became of you

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

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

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

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

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

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