Luyện nghe bài hát Making Dens

I have a
One of the few roundels on its wings
for me and for you
When it flies high, it
Rock me to sleep with Que
Dear mum, do you
As I my eyelids close
The other is not so far

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

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

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

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

And all this I've been making dens
And I'm still making now
And I know, I know I can never make
But got to reach you somehow

I can tie the laces of my own
And I can up to thirty-two

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

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

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