Luyện nghe bài hát The Winding Stream

Oh, to me a winding stream, it must not be too wide
Where leaves from maple trees do meet from either side
The must be deep enough to float a small canoe
no one else but you

Do not disturb my waking dream, the of that winding stream
in my canoe, his eyes, they looked me through
That someone there with golden hair is much like you

The sparkling trout beneath the bank does leave his hiding
Kingfisher the bough above so eager to give chase
The spreading branches overhead, the peeping through
me of you

Do not disturb my dream, the splendor of that winding stream
in my canoe, his eyes, they looked me through
That someone there with golden hair is much like you