Luyện nghe bài hát Arianne

Arianne's an April
comes rippling through my window
She's the of coffee brewing
On a rainy Sunday

And the purring of a
That has made my neck a pillow for its

the silly music
That my used to whistle
She's the new leaf on the
That I had up last winter

And what have to feel like
they suddenly discover they've been read

Arianne is mama's
Bread that's finished baking
And the rainbow in a
And the happiest of

the going off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday a tan

is made of feeling
So I milk her of her
And I swallow up her
And I taste her she loves me

And I'm filled,
But there's always room for more of

is Mama's crystal
Bread that's finished baking
And the in a puddle
And the of birthdays

And the off on Friday
And the back on Monday with a tan

Arianne is of feeling
So I milk her of her
And I swallow up her
And I taste her where she me

And I'm filled,
But always room for more of Arianne