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

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

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

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

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

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

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