Luyện nghe bài hát Footprints

It's beautiful
An old hand wood
Can he see me here?
His is somewhere else

His friend have flown
left out in the cold
He won't sit by my
He says he it in the snow

Where never go
He it in the snow

It's getting dark
The old hand's home
Has he someone waiting
Is he living on his

Where footprints go
He likes it in the

White blanket, hiding the
Of she didn't see
Oh, white blanket covers the
Of all used to be, all that used to be

But his heart aching
In the old way
He help feeling that
She might come someday

It's beautiful
A magpie for food
The old throws a crumb
Do you think he's a friend?

footprints never go
He it in the snow

White blanket, the traces
Of he didn't take
Oh white blanket the memory
Of he didn't make [Incomprehensible]

Oh blanket, hiding the traces
Of tears he see
Snow white blanket simply covers the
Of all that to be

But his keeps aching
In the old way
He can't help feeling
She come back someday