Luyện nghe bài hát The Dragonfly

Could've been a swan on a lake
Could've been a gull in a clipper's
Could've been a on a wind chime
But she was a dragonfly

In the sun she her wings
And listened to the cicadas
"The trees are all in one direction
of something"

Cross-pollination by the
Of bees in the spring is a thing
Oh when the sun down
The come out

In a pond a slimy thing
That hummed a theme the Rites of Spring
Pity the mate of Mantis
So content but so
Katy did nothing but and cry
As did the

In the shade the gypsies
Among the they drop their skin
"Beyond the hedge
Over by the willows in the shadows"

Regeneration at a furious speed
the white oak tree
Oh the sun comes up
The moon buds up
In the sun she her wings
And listened to the Rites of

Could've a swan on a glassy lake
been a gull in a clipper's wake
Could've been a on a wind chime
But she was born a

"Ain't ever it but I have heard it
like the millstones when they are turning
But every moment getting louder and
And there is silence and the smell of flowers"