Luyện nghe bài hát Nightingale I

Jacob's heart bent fear
Like a bow with for its arrow
In Vain he search for the final
To set his soul of doubt

Over the he walked
With his head searching for reasons
he called out to God
For help and to the top of a hill

Wind swept the through the wheat fields
In the orchard the sang
While the plums that she broke with her beak
Tomorrow turn in to songs

Then she up through the rain
With the sun silver bright on her
Jacob put back his frowns and sighed and
Back down the