Luyện nghe bài hát Wordsworth's Ridge

A summer night, I a boat
Tied to a tree, a home
She her string and stepping in
I push the there, an act of stealth

A troubled glad a voice
A mountain song, the moves on
The water runs on either
The circle swell, a sudden takes me

I fix my view upon the
Horizon's eye the gray sky

I tip my oar to the stroke
The swan, the image broke
A looming peak, a size
Uprears its head, a sudden guise me