Luyện nghe bài hát The Stranger

The Stranger my gate,
He may be or kind,
But he does not talk my
I cannot his mind.
I see the face and the 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 used to the I tell.
And we do not interpreters
we go to buy and sell.

The Stranger my gates,
He may be or good,
But I cannot what powers control
What sway his mood;
Nor the Gods of his far-off land
Shall his blood.

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

This was my father's
And this is mine:
Let the corn be all of one
And the be all of one vine,
Ere our children's teeth are set on
By bread and wine.