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

As I went out one evening to the evening air
I was by a blood-red moon
In Park the dark was turning

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

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

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

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

I'll go to the city where I can be alone
And tell my friend she lies in
In Park the dark was turning