Luyện nghe bài hát Wandering Angus

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

And when moths were on the wing
And moth like were flickering out
I dropped a in a stream
And caught a little trout

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

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

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

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