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

I've grown accustomed to his
He almost makes the day
grown accustomed 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 serenely independent and before we met
Surely I always be that way again and yet
I've accustomed to his looks, accustomed to his voice
to his face

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

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

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