Luyện nghe bài hát Changes

Sit by my come as close as the air
Sharin' a memory of
And in my words
And dream about the pictures that I
Of

leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they
And then have to die
within the circle time parade
Of

of magic will glow in the night
All of the forest are gone
For the morning breaks
They're swept away by golden of dawn
Of

Passions will to a warm melody
As fires sometimes turn cold
petals in the wind
We're puppets to the silver of souls
Of