Luyện nghe bài hát Lion

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

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

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

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

Save only the lion's
The of imprint not what we thought
The lion safe knotted claws
Is not what we've

Towards wall
Of scattered
Long and

Swirl of
of trust
The spring
That trodden

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