Luyện nghe bài hát Forgotten Fields

In the tree-lined in forgotten fields
Some are born too pretty, some are born too
to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal
Some

So just hunch back plans to to feel
As the rise of man names his to deal
It's look Ma, no hands on the steering
round
round...
Slows

Some are blooms, some are made to wait
Some arrive too soon, some way too
Some think the moon can
round...

Hey, you see
will be?
Can't you

It's you...
What's you
behind you...

Hey, you see
What be?
Can't you