Luyện nghe bài hát Hundreds of Sparrows

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

Wings of hundreds of per second
Of people whose wings are a blur
Afraid our eyes might impaled
By their sharp and tiny

I'm so sorry, my rarely in my body
It wanders through the dry
for a good place to rest
Your head upon my
And I can feel the pillow of your

You are worth hundreds of