Luyện nghe bài hát I've Grown Accoustomed To Her Face

I've accustomed to his face
He makes the day begin
grown accustomed to the tune
He whistles and noon

His smiles, his frowns, his ups, his
Are second to me now
Like out and breathing in

I was independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be way again and yet
grown accustomed to his looks, accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his

I've accustomed to his face
He makes the day begin
I've used to hear him say
morning everyday

His joys, his woes, his highs, his
Are nature to me now
Like breathing out, in

I'm glad he's a man and so easy to forget
like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown to the trace of something in the air
to his face