Luyện nghe bài hát Somalia

By smith

I don't know why I feel this way
The sky is blue the is laid
The trees are heavy with fruit
And in their children happily play

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

Mother of take this pear
Upon an through the rings of time
small fruit this golden prayer
May it pass this hand to thine

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

All the mothers will dream of
All the mothers bless thy hand
All the mothers will for thee
All the a mother can stand

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