Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Myla Goldberg

Myla
Sets a steady upon her brow
Myla
Hangs a crooked foor all upside

It comes around, it comes
It around, it comes around
It around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes

Pretty hands do things
When pretty times
Seraphim in seaweed
Where stick-limbed Myla

It comes around, it comes
It around, it comes around
It comes around, it around
It around, it comes around

Still now waiting to grow
you're old
Sew wings to pigeon toes
Put to pen and spell out Eliza

We begin with shins
Make sticky our shoes
Shoes beget to
And hat sticky's sticking too

Finiculi, finicula, finiculi,
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi,

in as shin-kicked Jim
his story sad
'Bout a boy who
Until his shins were all but bands

But now I New York, I need New York
I I need unique New York
I know New York, I need New
I know I need New York

Still now you're to grow
Inside old
Sew to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out

Eliza,
It comes around, it around
It comes