Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Frogs

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

It was glorious of glories, a maple day
With a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as
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 beside the buffalo, wrestled the lions
Every day a Saturday, a waking morn
His skin burned golden ember due the shine that had born

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

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

Now cross into his fortune, while enchanted by the
A lone shady shelter beckoning his lean
And in the time it a pillow to figure out a face
Out from in the white tree she rose to 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 he heard a voice of "I'm my own man and this is my life"
He said, is my life"

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

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