Luyện nghe bài hát The Shrine

I went down among the dust and
to the old stone fountain in the morning after
underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of
they were there and then gone

and I wonder what of them
what of them

sunlight me no matter what I do
apples in the Summer are golden
everyday a passing

I'm not one to ever pray for
or to on pennies n the fountain or the shrine
but that day you know I my money
and I thought of you
all that copper fine

and I wonder what of you
became of you

Sunlight over me no matter I do
apples in the summer are golden
everyday a passing
apples in the are golden sweet
everyday a complete

In the morning waking up to sunlight
All diffuse like skin
The sun is its size
When you talk you hardly look in my eyes
in the morning, in the

In the holding that letter I wrote
in the pulling away putting on your coat
in the ocean off my name from your throat
in the morning, in the

in the ocean washing off my name your throat
in the morning, in the

Green hang from my tree
they belong to me
Green apples hang from my apple tree
belong only to, only to me

and if I just awhile here staring at the sea
and the waves ever closer, ever near to me
I lay down in the sand and let the ocean leave
me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze