Luyện nghe bài hát Through the Horned Clouds

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

Come through the
through the foam
Come at the night
Call the herds

Dearest child, dearest
high
Please let our fancy die
all the grapes are gathered from the vine

When you
Will you the harp?
Give to the
Cat's eyes in the

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

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

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

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

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