Luyện nghe bài hát Witchful Spirit's Care

I gave her my own to take
and round she my sake
My in need
and gave herself

I met a down in the meads
A rose was on her cheeks
Her honey eyes wild
beautiful, a fairy-child

And on the floor all alone
I sit upon this cold, grey
And I dream my time
yet as I may

And the stars through the
My heart waters of tears
Run in blood the wall
for give you ease
Do you who made you?
You are called by you do
Into spheres, we see
Joy to misery

I feel my to fade
Almost asleep, my only
She spoke the words, the clue
"I you true..."

And the fields, and bare
The eternal winter's
Fed cold, fearless hands
in a rich and fruitful

And the sun never shine
Joy another loss of
In distant deeps or skies
burned the fire of your
end...