Luyện nghe bài hát Robin Egg Blue

By all accounts, accounts it's
Not that it matters much, much to the
To the blue, to the
Heather Burns went, to the field
To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her
For her meal, for her

Walking, she about
A coward, ago
"Saint Jude, will I learn?"
A side-winded
her broken path
But knew better and thought:
"What is is done, done, what's done is done"

By all accounts, accounts fine
"One egg for Jude, one egg is mine,
One is mine, one is mine"
She saw a nest, in an elm
Not-so high, yet realm
Another realm, realm

Reaching up, she
Two eggs with her
And lightly them out
And lowering, one down
"One for Jude!", the snake
But Heather knew and thought:
"What is done is done, done, done is done
Done, what's is done"

"Can't we raise the dead
me Robin Egg Blue
Robin Egg Blue, Egg Blue"

By all accounts, it's through
Not that it much to Robin Egg Blue
Robin Egg Blue, Egg Blue

The followed her home
the broken path
The field needed to be
Inside, she set the egg
"Should I have not hungry?"
But knew better and thought:
"What is is done, done, what's done is done
Done, done is done
What's is done, what's done is done
Done, done is done"