Luyện nghe bài hát Byrd Joel

My baby in blue
and naked, pale and pretty
I the seventh wave
Of the ocean in the

I a brand new sickness
Coming over me a storm
Used to feel so beside her
next to her my arm around her

She like flowers
Petals carried out on my old wind
down in the center
Of this white grip of winter

She these gifts of love
I down in my pocket
I set them on my
And on the by my bed

She and won't come back again
From pretty dreams that her
My baby won't come again
I feel so lost her

I hear your voice
On the analogue of this
I hear the smoothest
With the coolest star field

Will be any danger
If our talk is under this
And can you a stranger
So quickly this moon?

So go away, come back
I'll shut you out, I'll you in
Don't go away, come back
I so lost

She sleeps in royal
And down past the big dry desert
The sense of there
And hope you

And gets you the motions
Of [Incomprehensible]
And pulls the winter
Out of this lonely crippled winter

She sleeps and won't come back
From pretty dreams keep her
My baby won't come again
I am so lost her

So go away, come back
I you out, I pull you in
Don't go away, come back
I feel so