Luyện nghe bài hát Veshengro

Moon of the berries is waning to
Bavol the wind leap on the way
for Veshengro, oak ash and may
I not flash the day glance 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 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 apple held its sweet 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 pastries for the Quenn of Spain
I hid my alchemy beneath the of lies
at the post my boiling brain
Made craters of my

The mystery of 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 mouse that the grain
by the cook on one dark day
I have spoken with the in much sweeter times
And with the Medway where she her waves

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