Luyện nghe bài hát Running Thoughts

They were The Runners Four.
Always slipping through the back
When they ashore,
Sneaking through their load,
customs in a speedboat.

When they come in far away,
Oh, they can stay.
They fly away to skies
With the sun in eyes.

Make their two by two
us a thought that's so new,
Whistling secret
And smuggling through precious smile,
Breaking customs for a while.