Luyện nghe bài hát Youth

All calculations set to one
The inevitable from Heaven,
A of memories and a seance of rhythms
my house, my head,
And the to mind.
A horse leaps forward on turf,
Past planted and streches of woods
Misty carbonic plague.
A theatrical woman, somewhere in the world,
Sighs after an indulgence.
lie dreaming of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along small streams the children sit,
their curses.
Let us turn once to our studies,
To the noise of movement
forms and ferments in the masses.