Luyện nghe bài hát Veshengro

Moon of the berries is waning to
Bavol the 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
her sweet peace ere she rests 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 hill
Ten thousand brothers in a of fungus paper
And sopping apple held its cider sweet for my thin tongue

I was a swineherd at the court of
I wore the coat of with Jalal beneath the stars
Sang at the court of Ain
I baked sweet pastries for the Quenn of
I hid my beneath the stone of lies
Burned at the post my brain
Made of my eyes

The mystery of it is not revealed
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 gnawed the grain
by the cook on one dark day
I have spoken with the Thames in sweeter times
And with the Medway where she rolls her

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