Luyện nghe bài hát The Stranger

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

The within my gates,
He may be or good,
But I tell what powers control
reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his land
Shall his blood.

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

This was my belief
And this is also
Let the corn be all of one
And the be all of one vine,
Ere our teeth are set on edge
By bread and wine.