Luyện nghe bài hát Chet Baker's Unsung Swan Song

My old
the wiring in my brain
So that when it turns the
Then I am not the

So the flowers toward the Sun
I follow
Stretch myself out
there's a part of me that's already buried
That sends me out into window

My old
Is a upon the land
This tiny
Can me dry
But my is all
That it can

So I try to lean just a little
For just a splash to my face
Ahh trickle
out fickle
Fills my up
Five miles

My old
Makes me only what is best
Like these this morning song birds
Craving from the nest
These tiny outside my window
my hand to be their mom
These open
Would and swallow
that came along

Like my old
Now the side of Day
As the
Of my life's
Turn's the way

If a swan can have a
I think I that tune
But the page is only
And I am gone this
But the page is scrawled
And I am gone this