Luyện nghe bài hát Witchful Spirit's Care

I her eyes my own to take
and she turned my sake
My hands in
and gave indeed

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

And on the she's all alone
I sit upon this cold, grey
And I dream my away
yet as I may

And the stars through the
My waters full of tears
Run in blood down the
for give you ease
Do you know who made
You are called by you do
spheres, spheres we see
Joy reduces to

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

And the fields, black and
The eternal winter's
Fed with cold, hands
in a rich and land

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