Luyện nghe bài hát Veshengro

Moon of the berries is waning to
the wind leap on the whale's way
for Veshengro, oak ash and may
I will not flash the day on the strong
shield
Nor yet the glance on the frightened man
Bring her sweet peace ere she on the
of God
With the nutrnegs and of her rosary
That the praying sand
Who cradles earth and water in the of her hand

I was a wasp on a hill
Ten brothers in a nest of fungus paper
And every sopping apple held its cider for my thin tongue

I was a swineherd at the of Fionn
I the coat of patches with Jalal beneath the stars
Sang at the black of Ain
I baked sweet pastries for the of Spain
I hid my alchemy the stone of lies
Burned at the post my brain
Made of my eyes

The of history it is not revealed
We not clear but only with hope and fear
And the pomp of crime, and the of the time

I was a monk by a woman's smell
I sailed in Darwin's ship, a mouse that the grain
Trapped by the on one dark day
I spoken with the Thames in much sweeter times
And with the where she rolls her waves

The is hissing the wind of the morn
The are mouthing where Albion is born
The light rays are gathering where is shown
for Veshengro. oak ash and thorn.