Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfarer

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

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

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

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

Morning, and the fade
Like lovers' past their hour.
Cannot sunrise forever
For its

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