Luyện nghe bài hát Picking up Sticks

Come blackest crow, the wheat field blow
In a so high, it waves and glows
you can't see the wood for the trees
I'm like on their knees
to find a way to make it fit
Picking up

Let's again, take us far away
To the bell's chime in a far distant field
To a place so lately so slow
And a time I like letting it go
Far enough to catch our breath
I know where and there
to click, picking up sticks

Come rays, paint us all the same
You know the magic is why and it's again
Now you can't see the wood for the
Now like anybody on knees
Far away enough to catch our
I know where and there
Looking to click, up sticks

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