Luyện nghe bài hát Mists Of Down Below/meghan Hayden's

Wild wind, me home
To the mists of below
be flying come September day
With no in my way
You'll find me home until the May sun
The mists of down below

I see the rivers strong
And people wishing they
for anywhere they want to go
When they they can look to the sky
And they'd see me as I by
to the mists of down below

Without ripe from rain
There is no way to my pain
I fly to mists of down below
But down below is not my
There is no land from where I
Not mists of old Mexico

So I looked hard at for
The drifters door to door
Dreaming of the of down below
But I'm sure they'd go they could
If wings became neighborhoods
And be nowhere they wouldn't know