Luyện nghe bài hát Postcards From Italy

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

The shattered
Following close but nearly twice as
In my good
There were golden rocks to throw
At who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our

And I will to see that day
That day was
When she will marry me outside by the trees
And the songs we made
They me so
And I love to see that day
Her day was