Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Myla Goldberg

Myla
a steady hand upon her brow
Myla
a crooked foor all upside down

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

hands do pretty things
When pretty arise
in seaweed swim
Where stick-limbed lies

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

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

We begin with sticky
Make sticky then our
beget to clothes
And hat sticky's sticking too

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

in as shin-kicked Jim
Relates his sad
a boy who kicked
Until his shins were all but rubber

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

Still now you're waiting to
you're old
Sew wings to your toes
Put paper to pen and out Eliza

Eliza,
It comes around, it around
It comes