Luyện nghe bài hát Junebug

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

me some luck little junebug
Your cousins they're gods to the
The March
The sun and the

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

Bring me some little junebug
cousins they're gods to the seas
The afternoons
The sun and the