Luyện nghe bài hát She Was Born to Be My Unicorn

She was born to be my
Robed head of
Cat child by the learned.

Darkly host
Haggard of the moats
Seeks the sandled of Gods
of the moors.

The mauve mashed mind
Sights the visions of the
stream of steam
Cooking in cream of scream.

Jackdaw winter
Cleans his bed
A word of kind
Was returned Nijinsky Hind.

Giant of hill
Loosed his boar to kill
The one horned waife
In of puffin-bill.

The beast in feast of
Kittened on God's ground
Ridden by the of horn
Jigged like a muse on lawn.