Luyện nghe bài hát Hundreds of Sparrows

Every hair on your is counted
You are hundreds of sparrows
The tree you has become fecund
With kamikaze humming

Wings of of beats per second
Of whose wings are just a blur
Afraid our eyes become impaled
By their sharp and tiny

I'm so sorry, my spirit's in my body
It wanders through the dry
Looking for a place to rest
head upon my chest
And I can feel the of your breast

You are worth hundreds of