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

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

I was so independent and content before we met,
Surely i always be that way again and yet
grown accustomed to his looks,
to his voice,
to his face.

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

I'm very he's a man and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of in the air
Accustomed to his