Luyện nghe bài hát Lion

Toward the
brushed
Long brown
Swirl of haze
The garden
Merges
down
With the

Flowers. Fawn, shadows
On a puppet
We want that
On our
The best of the set we we've gotten

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

Flowered forn, shadows,
On a puppet
We want that
On our
The best of the set we we've gotten

Save only the tail
The pain of imprint not we thought
The safe from knotted claws
Is not what we've

that wall
Of scattered
Long and

Swirl of
Swirl of
The garden
That we've

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