Luyện nghe bài hát A Perfect Indian

A Indian is he
Remembering him is sweet
a weeping willow
His face on my
Comes to me still in my

And there I saw a young
A daughter was she
A face a painting
Red and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild sea

On a table, in her yellow
For a feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only
any of you will smile at me

I'm on this terrible ocean
I've for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been feeling Lir's children
And only one way to be free

He's shy and he quietly
He's gentle and he to me
the elf-arrow his face worn and harrowed
Is he a like me?

I'm sailing on this ocean
come for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been feeling Lir's children
And there's only one way to be