Luyện nghe bài hát Pinky

I don't to wake you
But I'd like to you that I love you
the candlelight fell like a crescent
Upon your feather

For more ways than one
And the of the world are a blessing
For Pinky's dreaming
She owes the nothing
And her silence keeps us

Pinky's as perfect as the Fourth of
Quilted and timeless, denied
The trial and the error of my master
Now she rolls like the dice in a poor hands

You don't want to me
But somehow guessed that I know
Oh when dawn this morning
You discovered a feeling burned
Like a in your soul

For there's toast and
And there's in bed on a tray
Oh ten below zero
And we're about to our plans for the day

as perfect as the Fourth of July
Quilted and timeless, seldom
The trial and the error of my master
Now she rolls like the dice in a gambler's hands