Luyện nghe bài hát 1959

Listen to my
Got two tales to
One of glory
One of

The world's roof was
But we were fine
'Cause we built thing and it grew wings
In

Wisdom was a
from above
Desolation
Served it up love

Igniting like every form of
Then moved by design
Slid in that and it grew wings
In

It was blood in the sun
First,
Speeding the claim
Freedom, freedom, freedom,

was the tempest
Madness
Lama was a man
And his world in flames

glory down by the edge of clouds
It was a crying
Another lost
Tibet the star

and compassion crushed
In the of Shangri-La
But in the land of the
Honey, well, we were lookin'

'Cause we that thing and it grew wings
In
'Cause we that thing and it grew wings
In

It was the of times, it's the worst of times
In 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959,
It was the best of times, it was the worst of