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
we would rise
To a height
A worse
When the claws in
And his trace
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 pain of imprint not what we
The lion safe from knotted
Is not we've forgotten

Towards wall
Of scattered
and proud

Swirl of
Swirl of
The garden
we've trodden

Flower, shadows mere
On a puppet
We want lion traced on our skin
The best of set we think we've