Luyện nghe bài hát Arianne

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

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

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

And writers have to feel like
When they suddenly they've been read

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

Then the off on Friday
And the coming back on with a tan

Arianne is made of
So I her of her kisses
And I up her breathing
And I taste her she loves me

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

Arianne is Mama's
Bread that's nearly finished
And the rainbow in a
And the of birthdays

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

Arianne is of feeling
So I her of her kisses
And I swallow up her
And I her where she loves me

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