Luyện nghe bài hát Veshengro

Moon of the berries is to clay
Bavol the wind on the whale's way
for Veshengro, oak ash and may
I will not flash the day on the strong
shield
Nor yet the moon glance on the 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 in the hollow of her hand

I was a wasp on a nettled
Ten thousand in a nest of fungus paper
And every sopping apple held its cider sweet for my thin

I was a at the court of Fionn
I the coat of patches with Jalal beneath the stars
at the black court of Ain
I sweet pastries for the Quenn of Spain
I hid my alchemy beneath the of lies
Burned at the my boiling brain
craters of my eyes

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

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

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