Luyện nghe bài hát Simple song

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

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

I not walk it off

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

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

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