Luyện nghe bài hát The Stranger

The Stranger my gate,
He may be or kind,
But he does not talk my
I feel 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 the lies I am wonted to,
are used to the lies I tell.
And we do not need
we go to buy and sell.

The Stranger my gates,
He may be or good,
But I cannot tell powers control
What reasons his mood;
Nor when the 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 things I
And whatever I think of and their likes
think of the likes of me.

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