Luyện nghe bài hát Arianne

Arianne's an morning
That comes rippling through my
the smell of coffee brewing
On a rainy Sunday

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

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

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

is mama's crystal
Bread that's nearly baking
And the in a puddle
And the happiest of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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