Luyện nghe bài hát Through the Horned Clouds

I see faces
Blown the horned clouds
In the cities
They call me so

through the fire
Come the foam
Come at the world's
Call the herds

child, dearest child
Most
Please let our fancy die
Till all the grapes are gathered from the

you come
Will you the harp?
to the blind
Cat's eyes in the

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

Sweetest fair, sweetest
Most
Don't let them cut that before it's time
For all the grapes to be from the vine

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

No words
My heart over
In the sea of
Rows for the rocky

high, most high
We who sworn
By the dead and the
Wheels within wheels, oh, high