Luyện nghe bài hát Miracle

A little will grow into a tree
us in wonder as it sleeps
Who on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can
You are but a thought in your maker's
And I may not always
But you're nothing short of a
Feeble, tiny hands for greatness
You rise and fall like the rest of us
Love will you up, and always be the crutch
That will see you to the very last
And I may not believe
But you're short of a miracle
Clever minds second guess
But to me, you're a miracle
Something else comes me
has come to set me free
In hands, you hold a new forever
We may not always
Blessed with sight we see
and lust is our disease
And the cure is you, miracle