Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards From Italy

The we had
Oh when the wind would blow with and snow
not all bad
We put our feet just they had, had to go
to go

The soul
close but nearly twice as slow
In my good
were always golden rocks to throw
At those who defeat too late
were our times, those were our times

And I love to see that day
day was mine
When she will me outside by the willow trees
And play the songs we
They me so
And I love to see that day
Her day was