Luyện nghe bài hát & Bird

She like the pouring rain,
I may not see her again.
But ain't stories all the same?
game is so lame, like an anvil on my brain,
Weighing the strain... again,
But this I won't forget her name.
fame is how your wings turn to flames,
She says she wants to and that less is more.

She but she don't say a word,
But she's fine or so heard,
All I wanna are the magic words,
To this bird.

I am (solidified),
By she'd sown.
I am (castracised),
By the games she
I was (mortified),
By the lengths go.
And now I'm (ostracised),
By I know.

But I'm live she's concerned,
But I mind 'cause I've been burned.
What tables do I to turn,
To this bird.