Luyện nghe bài hát Here, Here And Here

The of my life, a record of myself
An sketch of perfect health
A on my head, shoes on my feet
Plenty of room, to eat

Been very far, made lots of
I my mother, hope to see her again
I'm a wanderer now, sorrow me
I often, so I suppose I'm gonna be fine

Mozart he said, "There's to composing"
And all we do
We just write and
And write and play and and

Here, here and
He pointed to his and mind and ears
He said, "Here, and here"
He pointed to his and mind and ears

Here, and here
He pointed to his heart and and ears
He said, "Here, and here"
He pointed to his heart and mind and

(Here, and here)
Mozart he said, "There's to composing"
(He to his heart and mind and ears)
Yeah, yeah,

(Here, and here)
he said, "There's nothing to composing"
(He pointed to his heart and and ears)
Yeah, yeah,

(Here, and here)
Mozart he said, "There's to composing"
(He pointed to his heart and and ears)
Yeah, yeah,

(Here, and here)
Mozart he said, "There's to composing"
(He pointed to his and mind and ears)
Yeah, yeah,