Luyện nghe bài hát Somalia

By smith

I don't know why I feel this way
The sky is the table is laid
The trees are heavy yellow fruit
And in shade children happily play

The have fallen to the ground
My places one in my hand
The sun is warm my face
And I dream of a land

Mother of famine take this
Upon an arrow through the of time
This small fruit golden prayer
May it from this hand to thine

If I were rain I'd on somalia
If I were grain for I'd grow
If I bread I would rise for somalia
If I were a for somalia I'd flow

All the mothers will of thee
All the mothers bless thy empty
All the mothers will grieve for
All the a mother can stand

If we were rain we would rain on
If we were grain for somalia grow
If we were bread we would rise for
If we were a for somalia we'd flow