Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Little Star

(Ian Hunter)
You don't look a day ten so why be
Do you have to pretend to be than you are
Beads and mirrors by body
And in some roadside bar you the pain
Star
Lost on a round, on the game
You can never be found you don't know who you are
The reservation your nation
And in some car you feel the pain
Star
You you know
We grow and
We slow
We win
And you feel
And you feel
And you feel
like the wind
Your father will told you of the wind
Bowed those fine heads that, once proud, roamed the
sought nothing to gain 'til our fathers civilised
And broken hearted roamed the skies
Then you born to feel the pain
Star
You know you
We grow and
We never
We win
And you feel
And you crossed
And you tossed
like the wind
You you know
We and grow
We never
We win
And you feel
And you crossed
And you feel
Just like the
Your will have told you of the wind