Luyện nghe bài hát Arianne

It's getting light, it's late
And I've looked everywhere and called her
Her dad the down
The sheriff's standing

We sat by the river's
I slipped in and she off her dress
She stepped
Into that stream

There's a place I can go
her memory still flows
It cuts a path
With season past

I can see her as she
A face as still as that river is
Leaves are turning
White arms, of brown

There's a place I can go
Where her still flows
It cuts a deeper
every season past