Luyện nghe bài hát Land O' Free Love Goodbye

Oh the trees grow higher than the
In the land of free love and
The river's ever flowing, growing
And the God I love me.

In the sky rides a gleam of white
And the clean in your eye
The of dawn is bringing
The of singing
And the God I loves me.

Oh the trees grow higher than the
In the land of free and goodbye
The ever flowing, fishing growing
And the God I loves me.

And the sun lies all
And is as it must be
And winter underground
And the God I loves me.