Luyện nghe bài hát Lion

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

Flowers. Fawn, mere
On a horizon
We want that
On our
The of the set we think we've gotten

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

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

Save the lion's tail
The pain of not what we thought
The lion safe from claws
Is not what forgotten

that wall
Of scattered
and proud

Swirl of
Swirl of
The garden
That trodden

Flower, fawn shadows
On a horizon
We want that traced on our skin
The best of set we think we've