Luyện nghe bài hát Making Dens

I a plane
One of the few with roundels on its
for me and for you
When it flies high, it
me to sleep with Que Sera
Dear mum, do you
As I feel my close
The side is not so far

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

a place, a place called Hell
Spend some time
In the dark, I cast a
To bury all, all of my

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

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

And all this time I've 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 of my own shoes
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 waited a time
And they never, came back
I'd see you often in everyday
And I want to, wanna out
But I find the words
But I can't the words
(The words)

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