Luyện nghe bài hát Through the Horned Clouds

I see faces
Blown through the horned
In the silent
They me so loud

through the fire
Come through the
at the world's night
Call the home

child, dearest child
Most
don't let our fancy die
Till all the are gathered from the vine

you come
Will you sound the
Give to the
eyes in the dark

Oh, we know you
For you are
You who
so far

Sweetest fair, fair
Most
let them cut that ladder before it's time
For all the grapes to be gathered the vine

He again
She comes
the mist of time
Through the of rain

No more
My brims over
In the sea of
Rows for the shore

Most high, high
We who have
By the dead and the
within wheels, oh, most high