Luyện nghe bài hát Audition (The Fools Who Dream)

My aunt used to in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she into the river once, barefoot

She

Leapt, looking
And tumbled the Seine
The was freezing
She a month sneezing
But she would do it again

to the ones who dream
Foolish as may seem
Here's to the hearts ache
to the mess we make

She captured a
Sky no ceiling
The sunset a frame

She lived in her
And died with a
I'll always the flame

Here's to the ones who
Foolish as may seem
Here's to the that ache
to the mess we make

She me
"A bit of is key
To us new colors to see
Who knows where it will us?
And why they need us"

So bring on the
The from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and

And here's to the who dream
as they may seem
Here's to the hearts break
Here's to the mess we

I trace it all back to
Her, and the snow, and the
Smiling it
She said she'd do it