Luyện nghe bài hát Byrd Joel

My sleeps in blue
Warm and naked, pale and
I the seventh wave
Of the in the motion

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

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

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

She sleeps and come back again
From pretty dreams that her
My baby come back again
I feel so without her

I hear magic voice
On the analogue of this
I hear the talk
With the coolest transparent field

Will there be any
If our talk is this roof?
And can you know a
So quickly this moon?

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

She sleeps in royal
And room down 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 white winter

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

So go away, back again
I shut you out, I you in
Don't go away, back again
I feel so