Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Smile

Sometimes when the young
The dies down the setting sun
Crochets the clouds with so fine
And fills the oceans with red

The trees, the sky, the fair
flavor to the air
I my glass and in a while
You answer with a secret

on
on
on to me

An airborne that landed near
Has carried Dionysus
I slip but only when
He sees our glasses again

Sometimes the evening's young
The dies down the setting sun
Crochets the clouds with yarn so
And the oceans with red wine

on
on
on to me

on
on
on to me