Luyện nghe bài hát The Shrine

I went down the dust and pollen
to the old fountain in the morning after dawn
underneath were all pennies fallen from the hands of children
were there and then were gone

and I what became of them
what became of

sunlight over me no what I do
apples in the Summer are sweet
a passing complete

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 glowing fine

and I wonder became of you
became of you

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

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

In the doorway holding that I wrote
in the driveway pulling away putting on your
in the ocean washing off my from your throat
in the morning, in the

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

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

and if I just stay here staring at the sea
and the waves break closer, ever near to me
I will lay down in the sand and let the leave
carry me to Innisfree pollen on the breeze