Luyện nghe bài hát Arianne

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

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

Arianne's the music
That my father used to
She's the new leaf on the
That I had given up last

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

Arianne is crystal
Bread that's nearly finished
And the rainbow in a
And the happiest of

the going off on Friday
And the coming on Monday with 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 for more of Arianne

Arianne is crystal
Bread that's nearly baking
And the in a puddle
And the of birthdays

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

is made of feeling
So I her of her kisses
And I up her breathing
And I her where she loves me

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