Luyện nghe bài hát Picking up Sticks

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

Let's swirl again, us far away
To the bell's chime in a far distant field
To a place where so lately so
And a I feel like 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 it's again
Now you can't see the wood for the
Now like anybody on knees
Far enough to catch our breath
I where and everyone there
Looking to click, up sticks

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