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

I've accustomed to his face,
He makes the day begin,
I've grown accustomed to the he whistle night and noon.
His smiles, his frowns,
His ups his downs are second ot me know
Like out and breathing in.

I was so really and content before we met,
i could always be that way again and yet
I've grown to his looks,
to his voice,
to his face.

I've grown to his face,
He makes the day begin.
I've used to hear him say good morning everyday.
His joys, his woes, his highs, his
Are sencond to me know
Like out, breathing in

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