Luyện nghe bài hát Maker

Days of saffron
Nights purple skies
Melting in the
my maker's eyes

Mountain-colored
In the distant
I would like to lie
Timing all my

past my window
Sunshine is
glimmering
Giant moths are around

See, the moon is
the sea
Pretty he'll venture
To a look at me

So I stand here
his golden glow
Doesn't he me
Of I know?

I be leaving
to reality
Don't you just me?
I could so stay here