Luyện nghe bài hát Veshengro

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

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

I was a at the court of Fionn
I wore the coat of patches Jalal beneath the stars
Sang at the black of Ain
I baked pastries for the Quenn of Spain
I hid my alchemy the stone of lies
at the post my boiling brain
Made of my eyes

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

I was a monk repelled by a woman's
I sailed in Darwin's ship, a that gnawed the grain
by the cook on one dark day
I have spoken with the in much sweeter times
And with the Medway she rolls her waves

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