Luyện nghe bài hát Through the Horned Clouds

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

through the fire
Come the foam
Come at the night
the herds home

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

When you
Will you sound the
Give to the
Cat's eyes in the

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

Sweetest fair, fair
high
Don't let them cut that ladder before it's
For all the to be gathered from the vine

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

No words
My brims over
In the sea of
for the rocky shore

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