Luyện nghe bài hát The Stranger

The within my gate,
He may be or kind,
But he does not talk my
I cannot his mind.
I see the and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the behind.

The men of my own
may do ill or well,
But they tell the I am wonted to,
They are to the lies I tell.
And we do not need
we go to buy and sell.

The within my gates,
He may be or good,
But I cannot tell powers control
What sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his land
repossess his blood.

The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad may be,
But, at least, they the things I hear,
And see the things I
And whatever I think of them and their
They think of the of me.

was my father's belief
And this is also
Let the be all of one sheaf
And the be all of one vine,
Ere our teeth are set on edge
By bitter and wine.