Luyện nghe bài hát Baby's Breath

There grows a weed, looks like a
Looks like baby's breath on a

My and I rushed atop the altar
The sacrifice was
It was not undertaking
The roots gripped soft like a living

Oh young at the wedding
Baby's in her hair
A crowning lace above her
That will a day
it turns to hay

Good plans are by hand
I'd cut a clearing in the
And for a bed
For her to cry in

And day I looked out on the lawn
And I wondered what all was
I saw it was lucky old me
How could I run without anything?
How could I run without becoming
It was agreed, it was
It was me tearing out the breath

Oh I am a helpless man, so me
I'm on my knees
It was not a weed, it was a
My baby's gone, oh has my baby gone?
And she was not a weed, she was a

And now I know you must reap you sow, or sing