Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Frogs

I sing my vision, I sing above my face
A fat old speaker for the dead
Now gather round ye animals, gather this lake
And take upon vigil wallow in the wake

It was glorious of glories, a April day
With a full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays
They say, "Walk away, walk if you can"
Oh, but one out the village and our caravan began

to a forest, nestled in the sky
And he ran the buffalo, wrestled with the lions
Every day a Saturday, a waking morn
His skin burned golden ember due the shine toad had born

While back an eagle, laughing with the sun
He spied an old hairy fairy man the river Young
And Sol said, "Fly away, fly if you can" Yeah
But he settled to the oarsman
And said, "I'm my own man, and is my life"
It's my

Head above my meter, head above my
Can't go again
I got a to be fevered, summer waking morn
Back when the poor poor boy was born

Now into his fortune, while enchanted by the queen
A lone shady stood beckoning his lean
And in the it takes a pillow to figure out a face
Out from in the white she rose to take its place

And the battle for his then cause him to remain
And he fought a thousand Visigoths and the night in vain
She said, "Run away, run if you can"
But last he heard a of "I'm my own man and this is my life"
He said, is my life"

Off to in her castle, upon the stairs
She showered him with daffodils, and tied ribbons in his
He woke bare for a moment, but she let him weep
With lips of roses, she kissed him down to sleep

So royal loyal subjects now let ears unbend
For here ye this traveled tail must meet it's end
What's fate done to our hero, I cannot reply
The last that I saw him, a in her eye