Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfarer

Sing to me a romance,
That trod the starry roads.
All ye travellers, hasten
To the hearthside!
What thou, wayfarer,
Upon thy journey to a citrine

Caves of candlelight with imbued,
Opal of opal creatures decorating tombs!
Woods of columned supporting ceilings breathing blue,
Seascapes with poison, lonely, waiting for the few
Final scarlet denizens to into the scorching fumes!

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

A cage that housed a nightingale was hung a shepherd's crook;
He lightly across the tide, his statuary effervescing.
Boughs dipped their lovely heads into the of one-thousand tiers
To admire an Absinthe floodgate, and a gallery.

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

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