Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Myla Goldberg

Myla
Sets a hand upon her brow
Goldberg
Hangs a crooked foor all upside

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

Pretty hands do pretty
When pretty arise
Seraphim in seaweed
Where Myla lies

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

Still now waiting to grow
Inside old
Sew wings to your toes
Put paper to pen and spell out

We with sticky shins
Make sticky our shoes
beget to clothes
And hat 'til sticky's too

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

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

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

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

Eliza,
It comes around, it comes
It comes