Luyện nghe bài hát SING HARPY

The harpy was the
Whose hair some red
Thin white
too good in bed.

He mother from the
Put her on Junior Show
Her father was worse
Can't put why in line

And in the village
She was without
She left the moors her
And the heather
her placky* bag
With blocks of cannabis.

She took a Wednesday
it into cold Spring
She got by the minute
She could you anything

And the morning
I was quite
She me like a hawk
Her talons were famished

Ascend
harpy
Descend
me harpy