Luyện nghe bài hát Miracle

A little shade will into a tree
us in wonder as it sleeps
Who on can fathom, who on Earth can know?
You are but a thought in your maker's
And I may not believe
But you're nothing short of a
Feeble, tiny bound for greatness
You will rise and fall like the of us
Love will keep you up, and be the crutch
That will see you through to the last
And I may not always
But nothing short of a miracle
Clever minds will guess
But to me, a living miracle
Something comes over me
Grace has to set me free
In your hands, you hold a new
We may not believe
Blessed with we rarely see
Pride and lust is our
And the is you, little miracle