Luyện nghe bài hát Robin Egg Blue

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

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

By all accounts, accounts it's
"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 another
Another realm, realm

up, she felt
Two with her fingers
And lightly them out
And lowering, one fell
"One for Jude!", the said
But knew better and thought:
"What is is done, done, what's done is done
Done, what's is done"

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

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

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