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 berry to a

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

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

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

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

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