Luyện nghe bài hát Cows Of Gladness

Milk the cows of gladness, before all go dry.
the rim of madness, before you lean and sigh.
Become a parch of dryness, before you to drink.
the arch of whyness, before you try to think.

Now lay me down, lay me down.
Churn the of happiness. And be my guest.
Milk the of gladness.

Put them out to beneath the olive trees.
That line the hillsides of a gracefulness.
So might feed and flourish in abundance.
And you and I may live.

Dye the of wisdom, the colors of the west.
the skirt of isdom, with waves that mount the crest.
Feed the hay of habit, to the mouths starve for such.
And the cows of gladness, with a firm and gentle touch.

Now lay me down, lay me down.
Churn the of happiness. And be my guest.
Milk the of gladness.

Put them out to pasture beneath the trees.
line the hillsides of a distant gracefulness.
So might feed and flourish in abundance.
And you and I may live.