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

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

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

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

The towers trapped and trembling and the boats were tossed
the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out
From Park the dark was turning

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

I'll go back to the city I can be alone
And tell my she lies in stone
In Lincoln the dark was turning