Luyện nghe bài hát Stacey Grove

Stacey Grove he's a prophet of mine,
Hat of wine.
Stacey Grove he's a roving of skies,
of eyes, so no lies.

Dungaree dome is decked a pagan temple to Zeus
He acorn juice.

Roasting his feet by the of peat,
He roars at the boars who sleep at his feet.

head his beard skylark red
Is 'neath the good of his summer sun hood.
And now that the gate of his evening is
He sits on a log picking off the back of his dog.

Oh he's a cat