Luyện nghe bài hát Youth

All set to one side;
The inevitable from Heaven,
A visitation of memories and a seance of
my house, my head,
And the to mind.
A horse forward on suburban turf,
Past planted and streches of woods
Misty carbonic plague.
A wretched theatrical woman, in the world,
after an improbable indulgence.
Desperadoes lie of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
small streams the little children sit,
Stifling curses.
Let us turn once to our studies,
To the noise of movement
That and ferments in the masses.