Luyện nghe bài hát A Perfect Indian

A Perfect is he
him life is sweet
Like a willow
His face on my
to me still in my dreams

And there I saw a baby
A daughter was she
A face from a
Red and teeth aching
Her like a wild Irish sea

On a table, in her yellow
For a photograph happiness
Why in my is that the only time
any of you will smile at me

I'm sailing on terrible ocean
I've for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been feeling Lir's children
And there's only one way to be

He's shy and he speaks
He's and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow his face worn and
Is he a daydreamer me?

I'm sailing on terrible ocean
I've for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been feeling Lir's children
And there's only one way to be