Luyện nghe bài hát Here, Here And Here

The time of my life, a record of
An accurate of perfect health
A roof on my head, on my feet
Plenty of room, to eat

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

he said, "There's nothing to composing"
And all we do
We write and play
And and play and write and

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

Here, and here
He to his heart and mind 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 pointed to his heart and and ears)
Yeah, yeah,

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

(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 to his heart and mind and ears)
Yeah, yeah,