Luyện nghe bài hát Lion

Toward the
brushed
Long leadened
of haze trodden
The garden
with
Merges
With the

Flowers. Fawn, shadows
On a puppet
We that lion
On our
The best of the set we think gotten

As if we
That we rise
To a Master's
A worse
the tattooist claws in
And starts his
We and cry "foul"

forn, shadows, mere
On a puppet
We want lion
On our
The best of the set we think gotten

Save the lion's tail
The of imprint not what we thought
The lion safe from knotted
Is not we've forgotten

that wall
Of scattered
and proud

Swirl of
of trust
The spring
That we've

Flower, fawn mere
On a horizon
We want lion traced on our skin
The best of set we think gotten