Luyện nghe bài hát Acony Bell

The bloom the mountain know
Is not an or a wild rose
But little flower of which tell
Known as brave acony

Just a flower so small and plain
With a hue and a little known name
But the yellow birds sing when they see it
For they know that spring is coming

Well, it its home mid the rocks and the rills
Where the snow lie on the windy hills
And it tells the world, "Why I wait
This ice and snow is gonna away"

And so sing that yellow bird's song
For the troubled times will be gone