Luyện nghe bài hát Making Dens

I have a
One of the few with on its wings
for me and for you
When it flies high, it
Rock me to sleep Que Sera
mum, do you suppose?
As I feel my eyelids
The side is not so far

I dug a under the ground
myself a den
It's there that I can be
Not if you return but

a place, a place called Hell
Spend some there
In the dark, I a spell
To all, all of my fears

Oh Dymphna!
Oh Dymphna!
Oh Dymphna!
I would I could spell your name

Once I fell a great height
"Are you ready?"
"I've for you"
A voice spoke from a pool of
"Not yet" I
got some things to do"

And all time I've been making dens
And I'm still making now
And I know, I know I can make amends
But I've got to you somehow

I can tie the laces of my own
And I can count up to

Oh Dymphna!
Oh Dymphna!
Oh Dymphna!
I would that I could spell name

And I'm
There are so few
One day, I ran out
And I waited a long
And they never, never back
I'd see you in everyday places
And I want to, wanna out
But I find the words
But I find the words
(The words)

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