Luyện nghe bài hát Take What You're Given

Seven Sundays late for front
warm in the midday block
Little feet, dirty forehead
I can see your train will stop

At the point of mountains
Sold from one to tribe
Just a basket waiting
Towering at only feet high

I "take what you're given"
I "seen and not heard"
You me buckets of ribbons
together by flying birds

Me and you on for hours
Right behind the big blue
All the of all her flowers
So to all our creatures' mouths

She cried, "What have you here?
You are the devil's kind!"
I can't run any
all the battles behind

After dinner, quiet
Hot air the dishes washed
a sink light buzzing brightly
In the room, TV on

I know "take you're given"
I "seen and not heard"
You left me buckets of
Woven by flying birds

And the church sings
When sitting still and right
Peering between two shoulders
Trying to see the priest looks like

I know and also you
I all things were made
Lift me to water
Just in I can be saved

I will wait here one last
my eyes to the blazing sun
If I scan the for warning
I can see your train will come