Luyện nghe bài hát Birds

We are we
ran the water.
And we take off
the ocean.
We fly in sometimes,
fly in a V.
But we can fly solo,
I can you no.
And a sea fly on the edge of your footprint,
I'm to things on the ground.
There were flowers lace
all covering paths, like the ones up to your door.
They always there blooming and spreading.
Well how come I have never seen them
They in a garden or a wild field.
They're bright and yellow.
Oh, you know.
You through all of my sorrows,
the closest that I could found.
Now I floated down
the top of my tears, and
I'm closer to on the ground.
And most of this is empty,
and the that is left is rearranged.
"And I can't you my old songs," you said,
"my writing has changed."
The sofas are in,
and the stools are gone.
The lights set the a glow.
And someone for granted sometimes,
one voice in is more a sound.
It's hitting myself in the face.
Now I'm closer to on the ground.
We are we
ran the water.
And birds we off
the ocean.
And we fly.
We fly.
We fly.