Luyện nghe bài hát Little Faces

In the dawn when my are cold
They their little trinkets on the ground
In the hall by the closet
They creep into my bed a sound

On a cube in a egg
A hundred fabric in a pile
See march toward me in a line
And across the floor in single file

Little faces keep no track of
Little faces speaking out in
Little faces smiling in my

Tiny doors for through
While sticky fingers clutch things
And the for talking through
They often the cable when it rings

ships on a foamy sea
That roll and tumble slowly from the of their filthy
hands
Their hands

Little faces no track of time
Little faces speaking out in
Little smiling in my mind

In the dark when their are wide
They listen to the secrets that I
In a on their tiny beds
Or them where the shadow people dwell

And the moon that split the night
Leave bars of yellow pasted on their
As they drift a dream
In a

Little keep no track of time
Little faces out in rhyme
Little smiling in my mind

My
She is so cute
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