Luyện nghe bài hát Forgotten Fields

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

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

Some are early blooms, some are made to
Some too soon, some way too late
Some the moon can navigate
round...

Hey, you see
What be?
you see?

It's you...
behind you
Look you...

Hey, you see
What be?
Can't you