Luyện nghe bài hát I've Grown Accustomed To His Face

I've grown accustomed to his
He almost makes the day
I've grown accustomed to the
He whistles night and

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

I was serenely independent and content we met
Surely I could be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks, to his voice
to his face

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

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

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