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

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

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

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

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

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

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