Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Wrong

Till the sun and sprays
And every lamb to graze
the kiss of the comb
Tears my from the bone

I'll be light
the shadows fall down the wall
Then will be done
And it just matter at all

I was carved a hand
Nurtured on grime, goodwill and
Now your breath my step
Now there is you till is gone

I'll your ball
Till the stars can't me cry
Then life will be
And it just won't at all

Not at all
When the of the comb
my face