Luyện nghe bài hát Junebug

A woman, she rose
From the smokin' of the lake
With a candle burned in each palm
My teeth each gently to the floor

Bring me some luck little
Your they're gods to the seas
The March
The sun and the

Before I fall
A white of wolves must be drained
And that sorry howdy
Scatters my for the lambs

Bring me some luck junebug
Your cousins gods to the seas
The March
The sun and the