Luyện nghe bài hát Songs of Farwell and Departure

before we scream and descend, to the sun
a simple tale of woe, your hearts won't be
a love song to i know
arms open, here we go
she weaves a trail of through the embryonic ice
her was warm to the touch and flowers twice as nice
and if he stands on the he can barely catch her eyes
always to the sky
and so we land to find we never left the ground
please leave the walls and the floors exactly as you
a love song to i know
arms wide open, we go