Luyện nghe bài hát Simple song

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

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

I not walk it off

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

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

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