Luyện nghe bài hát Flour Drawing

The berries on the way from the barn
Stop running the wasp won't do you no
The faces I would make, baking the cake my mom
I to grow up, drink in a cup, dig a pond

My father tapping the blade in the
He's sweaty, his hands green as the lawn
Now take me to the woods, me the ruins, make a bow
I wanted to achieve, call me naive, I'll you wrong

And all the chandeliers I forged in my hall
I can't decide one should better fall
And all these pieces of me, I them tenderly
I keep them all our sacred ship

My brothers breaking the slates on the
sweaty, who hit the ball, speak the truth
Now pick out your disguise, choose the right size indian
climb up the old trees, what's overseas, leave your land

And all the chandeliers I forged in my great
I can't decide one should better fall
And all pieces of me, I watch them tenderly
I keep them all inside our sacred

And now that I'm older, with my head and my
I'll make you king and
I won't resign 'til you get what bet