Luyện nghe bài hát William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park & Escapes Unscathed

As I went out one to take the evening air
I was blessed by a blood-red
In Lincoln the dark was turning

I spied a fair young and a flame was in her eyes
And on her face lay the steel blue
Of Lincoln Park, the was turning, turning

They spread their sheets the ground just like a wandering tribe
And the men walked in their Robespierre robes
Through Lincoln the dark was turning

The towers and trembling and the boats were tossed about
When the fog in and the gas rolled out
From Lincoln Park the dark was

Like horses freed at last we took the streets of wine
But I searched in vain for she behind
In Lincoln Park the dark was turning,

I'll go back to the where I can be alone
And my friend she lies in stone
In Lincoln Park the dark was