Luyện nghe bài hát 30

Over my the shadows played
It wasn't night and it day
Counting something what have I
Thirty in my hand

miles
The unfolds
Thirty
A pot of

I often of america
I often dream of a gun
Thirty I'm still a child
Looking for something in a

miles
The unfolds
Thirty
A pot of

Listen here in my
miles won't be long

Thirty
Birds of
Sparkle the summer sky
diamonds
Thirty
for something in your smile
I'm looking for in your smile
I'm looking for