Luyện nghe bài hát Lion

Toward the
brushed
Long leadened
Swirl of trodden
The spring
with
Merges
the forgotten

Flowers. Fawn, shadows
On a horizon
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
When the claws in
And his trace
We and cry "foul"

Flowered forn, shadows,
On a puppet
We want lion
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 knotted
Is not we've forgotten

Towards that
Of brush
Long and

Swirl of
of trust
The spring
That we've

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