Luyện nghe bài hát Picking up Sticks

Come blackest crow, start the wheat blow
In a so high, it waves and glows
'Til you see the wood for the trees
I'm like anybody on knees
to find a way to make it fit
Picking up

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

Come crimson rays, paint us all the
You know the magic is why and here again
Now you see the wood for the trees
Now like on their knees
Far away to catch our breath
I know and everyone there
to click, picking up sticks

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