Luyện nghe bài hát Flight, in the Oaks

Well burning like a fire
On a dark
Now a feet (?)
short of me

And he's tearing after
And meat
'Cause he needs, because he
he needs...

And all you well
'Til bloom
You around much?
And you too soon
There's no worth in your red
Well grace is gone

Before a fleeting
Your are glazed and green
Are all I see
And with your
I felt
to me

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

Like I do...