Luyện nghe bài hát Wandering Angus

I out to the hazelwood
Because a was in my head
I cut and peeled a wand
And hooked a to a thread

And white moths were on the wing
And moth like stars were out
I dropped a in a stream
And a little silver trout

When I had it on the floor
And went to blow the aflame
And something rustled on the
And something called me by my

It had become a glimmering
With apple in her hair
Who called me by my and ran
And vanished in the air

Though I am old wandering
Through lands and hilly lands
I will out where she has gone
And kiss her and take her hand

And through long green dappled grass
And till time and times are done
The silver of the moon
And the apples of the sun