Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Loose The Swans

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