Luyện nghe bài hát Highway

On a highway the Atlantic
I'm through these last seventeen years
The radio waxes
It's lullabies fill our with tears

We say a word
There's nothing to say hasn't been heard
And how you've my little bird
I'm letting you fly

Six and seven ounces
A of bones and flesh and tears were you
Now your hands, tiny pink hands
Grew larger than my hands ever

We don't say a
nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how you've, how you've grown my bird

I'm letting you fly
I'm letting you fly
I'm letting you fly
On a highway, on a