Luyện nghe bài hát Hundreds of Sparrows

Every hair on head is counted
You are hundreds of sparrows
The tree you planted has fecund
With kamikaze birds

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

I'm so sorry, my spirit's rarely in my
It wanders the dry country
Looking for a good place to
Your head my chest
And I can the pillow of your breast

You are worth of sparrows