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 on suburban turf,
planted fields and streches of woods
Misty with plague.
A theatrical woman, somewhere in the world,
Sighs an improbable indulgence.
Desperadoes lie of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along streams the little children sit,
their curses.
Let us turn more to our studies,
To the noise of insatiable
That and ferments in the masses.