Luyện nghe bài hát Simple song

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

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

I not walk it off

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

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

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