Luyện nghe bài hát Simple song

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

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

I could not it off

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

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

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