Luyện nghe bài hát Gradle

I the flower there
Doesn't know beautiful
She wakes every seeing
All the other are beautiful
Well free
to the wind

Time plays a roller
Not afraid to itself
Never takes adventure
Always enough to let us on for a ride

A blind New painter man
Doesn't get many lines
Hurricane tourists poke fun
The whisper, "Pay no mind"
No

We don't have any pocket
danced out of all our clothes
Want to give everything minute
it all before we go