Luyện nghe bài hát Simple song

A traveler at the old inn yard
It has so many miles and it's been so hard
I've grown silver as a widow since
And now a traveler's to see me again

He has the mouth of a river the of a child
But don't forget what hiding underneath his smile
And that old silver splinter that he left of me
Oh don't forget

I could not it off

Then he began and slow
I feel his web beginning to undo me
Slow rivers awoke in my shoulders and my
Slow rivers I was floating away
And beauty is of playing dead
And is tired of hiding her head
I go to the window
I go over to the

I could feel the droplets hanging on the of my leaves
I could the tears coming and I couldn't believe
I go over to the
I go to the window
And is tired of playing dead
And beauty is tired of her head
beauty is tired of playing dead
Oh is tired so tired

So I gave up and sang
And rode off on the wings of a song...