Luyện nghe bài hát Making Dens

I a plane
One of the few roundels 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 other is not so far

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

There's a place, a place Hell
some time there
In the dark, I a spell
To bury all, all of my

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

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

And all this time been making dens
And I'm making them 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 spell your name

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 often in places
And I want to, wanna out
But I can't find the
But I find the words
(The words)

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