Luyện nghe bài hát Isreal

Little in the snow
With to call a home
Start their
Waiting the summertime
To your hearts in wintertime
That's why singing...
Waiting for a sign to turn blood into
The taste in your mouth...turned bitter in its glass
Israel...in
Israel...in
Shattered fragments of the
in veins on the stained glass
Like the in your palm
Red and reflects the scene
Of a long dream
There were princes and there kings
Now hidden in disguise...cheap wrappings of
Keep your heart with a song from inside
though we're all alone
We are never on our own we're singing
a man who's looking in
And he smiles a toothless
Because singing...
See some shine with glee
But song is jealousy
Their is clanging...maddening
In Israel...will they sing Happy
Israel...in
Israel...in
In Israel will sing Happy Noel?