Luyện nghe bài hát Arianne

Arianne is april morning, that rippling through my window.
She's the smell of coffee brewing, on a quiet, sunday.
She's the of a kitten,
that has made my neck a for his head.
is silly music that my father used to whistle.
She's the new leaf on a
that I had given up winter
And what writers have to feel like when they suddenly they've been read.
Arianne is momma's crystal bread that's nearly baking
a rainbow in a puddle
and the birthday
she's a'goin out on and a'comin back on monday with a tan.
Arianne is made of so I milk her of her kisses
And I swallow up her breathing and I taste her where she me
And I'm filled to overflowing but there's always for more Arianne

Arianne is momma's bread that's nearly finished baking
She's a in a puddle
And the birthday
She's a goin out on friday and a comin back on monday a tan.

is made of feelings so I milk her of her kisses
And I swallow up her breathing and I taste her she love me
And I'm filled to
but there's always room for more