Luyện nghe bài hát SING HARPY

The harpy was the
hair contained some red
Thin skeleton
Just too in bed.

He mother the circus
Put her on Junior Show
Her father was worse
put why in this line

And in the little
She was without
She the moors behind her
And the beige
Packed her bag
With of brown cannabis.

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

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

harpy
Sing
Descend
Give me