Luyện nghe bài hát Little Faces

In the dawn my toes are cold
They spread their little on the ground
In the by the closet door
creep into my bed without a sound

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

Little faces keep no of time
Little faces speaking out in
Little faces in my mind

Tiny doors for walking
While sticky fingers clutch things
And the phone for through
often pull the cable when it rings

Sinking 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 eyes are wide
They listen to the that I tell
In a ball on their tiny
Or beneath them where the shadow dwell

And the moon beams that the night
bars of yellow pasted on their faces
As they drift into a
In a

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

My
She is so baby
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