Luyện nghe bài hát Kala

Do you me
here on this train
and do you the pain

into the night, Mary
and i can feel the
of your birthday
how it was
to you into my arms, Mary.

It there
the summer lights

i wasnt
his hand upon my
And gone
the sunny streets

And gone
the day you died,
and we go now
throught the fields
here on this train
and i can your face, Mary.

The precious things done
under my skin
i let you sleep a
i leet you
a while, Mary.

It was
the summer lights
i was
his upon my knees
and were
the sunny streets.

And gone
the day you died,