Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

On Raglan Road on an day
I saw her and knew
That her hair would weave a snare
I may one day rue

I saw the danger, yet I
Along the way
And I said, Let grief be a falling
At the of the day

I said, on Grafton in November
We tripped along the ledge
Of a ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions

The 'Queen of Hearts' baking tarts
And I, and I, and I, and I not hay
Well, I loved too much by such and
Is thrown away, alright

I gave her the gifts of the
I gave her the secret
known to all the artists who have
Known true Gods of sound and

With word and tint I never did not
I gave her reams of, of poems to say
With her own there and her shiny black hair
the clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts
I see, I see her now
Away from me, from me so hurriedly
My reason, my reason, my reason, my reason must

For I wooed, not as I should
A creature of clay
the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the of the day, alright