Luyện nghe bài hát Making Dens

I a plane
One of the few with roundels on its
for me and for you
When it high, it sings
Rock me to with Que Sera
mum, do you suppose?
As I feel my eyelids
The other is not so far

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

There's a place, a place called
Spend time there
In the dark, I cast a
To all, all of my fears

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

Once I fell a great height
"Are you ready?"
"I've for you"
A voice from a pool of light
"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 I can never make amends
But I've got to reach you

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 your

And I'm
are so few words
One day, I ran out
And I waited a long
And they never, never back
I'd see you in everyday places
And I to, wanna call out
But I can't the words
But I can't the words
(The words)

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