Luyện nghe bài hát Fly

As I fly through the eye
That the man at the helm is more
Of losing his money than his or his hold on the sky

And the wings on his rings that he
Bend and bow to the man hairs
Between the weight of his and the birds in the sky
And makes them fly

And the stone inside the seed is feeds the rose
And the bud grows from weed
Is knowing than those
Who the fishless sea
From their sinking
'Cause the is all they see
For a glimpse of
For a of gold