Luyện nghe bài hát Angelyne

The sun hanging above the
I no fear of flying
The lose height by morning's light
As slowly they are

My eye my tiny light
The meter on the
An moon a silver spoon
The at your table

in your blue dress
Where's the meaning in a powdered
Pressed between these of flight

If chance spill her darkened cup
If one day we should
The would chortle in the trees
Our calls to bury

Or safe within your
I til morning dawns on you
weather or the telephone
Will tell you I gone from you

Angelyne in your blue
Where's the meaning in a powdered
Pressed between these of flight