Luyện nghe bài hát Bee-lines

Here I am: up the fallen leaves
From tree the wind disarms
And I am
That it might blow you from your
And carry you my arms

And I'm saving all your letters
Like you, beautiful but hard to read
And there are so words
But you can't me
Who you and what you need

Some lessons go
ya say sorry if you weren't?

You just land on my branch and then suddenly take flight
No one an apple after someone's had a bite
And you insist on making bee-lines for the stickiest of
Then leave for weather, soon as the first winter arrives

I dream of you so vividly:
I draw your outlines and the that fill your eyes,
Brimming,
And I your actions were as beautiful
And you gave my questions some

Though I'm a black and blue
I can live you

You can't just land on my branch and then suddenly flight
No one an apple after someone's had a bite
And you on making bee-lines for the stickiest of hives
Then leave for finer weather, soon as the first winter

You can't land on my branch and then suddenly take flight
No one wants an after someone's had a bite
And you insist on making bee-lines for the stickiest of
Then leave for finer weather, soon as the first winter

Here I am: up the fallen leaves
From every tree the wind
And I am
That it might blow you your pedestal
And carry you into my