Luyện nghe bài hát Veshengro

Moon of the berries is to clay
Bavol the leap on the whale's way
for Veshengro, oak ash and may
I not flash the day glance on the strong
king's
Nor yet the moon on the frightened man
Bring her sweet peace ere she on the
of God
With the nutrnegs and of her rosary
That counts the praying
Who cradles and water in the hollow of her hand

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

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

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

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

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