Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Child

Dressed in velvets
With a in her hair
her gentle spirit
As the champa the air

She wears on her fingers
Tiny upon her toes
She's the finest thing, ever seen
that ring inside her nose

Flower

Flower
Flower
Oh

She's a psychedelic
On a magic carpet
And where her trip will you
Is somewhere you find

She's on a plane to consciousness
is the key
She's got her shit
'Cause her soul and are free, free!

Flower

Flower child it is
child
Oh

child

My flower child
Flower

She's a child of Luther
As a freedom she
Speaks of on the land and on the sea
Her are made of sunshine and her lips are jelly sweet

Flower

My flower child
child
Oh

Flower

My little child
Flower
Oh

She's free me
She's gonna me
gonna free free
Free free free yeah