Luyện nghe bài hát Youth

All set to one side;
The inevitable Descent Heaven,
A visitation of memories and a of rhythms
my house, my head,
And the to mind.
A horse leaps forward on turf,
Past fields and streches of woods
with carbonic plague.
A wretched theatrical woman, in the world,
Sighs after an indulgence.
lie dreaming of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along small streams the little sit,
their curses.
Let us turn more to our studies,
To the of insatiable movement
forms and ferments in the masses.