Luyện nghe bài hát Robert Frost Goes To The Stratosphere

Two hands are painting out the where I am grey
And on, but ohso still
Some factory got million words to say
But the noise of those machines erase them

And hopin theres a place where I to
Where every step I do, would do me
And these up above my head should crumble
Ill carve on every tree your

Some people their washing clothes out
With that life can bring, but ohso silently
Out on the roofs I can hear the clang of drums,
Electric bands up on words and promises

And hopin all your sons be much better
Than what our glory could ever be
And the up above should blend, oh my
Illcarve on every your name
Ill on every star your name

(stratosphere solo)