Luyện nghe bài hát Flight, in the Oaks

Well he's like a fire
On a street
Now fall a (?)
short of me

And tearing after youth
And fresh
he needs, because he needs
he needs...

And all you well
vineyards bloom
You come much?
And you leave too
There's no worth in your red
Well your grace is

a fleeting flame
Your are glazed and green
Are all I see
And with flight
I denied
to me

Before a fleeting
Your eyes are and green
Are all I see
And with flight
I denied
to me
I'll you

I couldn't do...