Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfarer

Sing to me a romance,
That splendid the starry roads.
All ye travellers, hasten
To the hearthside!
seest thou, wayfarer,
Upon thy to a citrine sun?

Caves of candlelight amethyst imbued,
Opal skulls of opal decorating tombs!
Woods of water supporting ceilings breathing blue,
Seascapes fill'd poison, lonely, waiting for the few
Final scarlet denizens to into the scorching fumes!

Stalks of lapis lazuli groaning against a breeze,
in the quaint moonlight, and owls' eyes in sapphire trees,
Hooting to one year of moons that on petals in the air!
Growing ghosts in silver upon a silent windowsill,
Built into the side of nothing built into a hill!

A that housed a nightingale was hung upon a shepherd's crook;
He lightly stepp'd the tide, his statuary effervescing.
Boughs dipped their lovely heads into the lake of tiers
To admire an floodgate, and a piquant gallery.

Morning, and the dreamers
lovers' gazes past their hour.
Cannot wait forever
For its

Farewell, wayfarer,
I'll your name when I dream of you.