Luyện nghe bài hát Flour Drawing

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

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

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

My breaking the slates on the roof
They're sweaty, who hit the ball, speak the
Now out your disguise, choose the right size young indian
We'll climb up the old trees, overseas, leave your land

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

And now that I'm older, with my and my heart
I'll you king and queen
I resign 'til you get what you've bet