Luyện nghe bài hát & Bird

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

She leaves but she say a word,
But fine or so I've heard,
All I wanna are the magic words,
To this bird.

I am (solidified),
By what 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 don't mind I've been burned.
tables do I have to turn,
To catch bird.