Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Loose The Swans

So little of what we observe, is the herself.
Elaborate, coiffeurs. Adieu D'Amour.
Vast is the ballroom.
Let the rich you presents.
pours from her throat,
as she and as she dances.
The fumes of swine, honeyglazed and dripping,
in the air.
My eager and wishing.
But I to this nightingale.
Her hair all red.
it is and wild.
My weakness be fed.
Boys on the alter of Diana,
sometimes until died.
The cunning, merchant,
and his crippled horses.
Tales told in manner.
The by the fire.
musing deeply on this sight,
the songster my desire.
You are sweet and to listen to.
Long tresses your neck.
Yet is false.
mighty evening, I've seen no face.
This is me. My quill it aches.
loose the swans that drew my poets craft.
I'll dwell in cities.
You my wings.
I this ode,
victorious through the carnage.
I to touch them all.