Luyện nghe bài hát Wandering Angus

I went out to the
a fire was in my head
I cut and a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a

And when white were on the wing
And moth like stars flickering out
I dropped a in a stream
And caught a silver trout

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

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

I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly
I will out where she has gone
And her lips and take her hand

And walk through long dappled grass
And pluck till and times are done
The apples of the moon
And the apples of the sun