Luyện nghe bài hát The Dragonfly

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

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

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

In a crept a slimy thing
That hummed a from the Rites of Spring
the mate of Queen Mantis
So but so headless
did nothing but shiver and cry
As did the

In the the gypsies spin
Among the they drop their skin
"Beyond the grove
Over by the willows in the shadows"

Regeneration occurs at a furious
Beneath the white oak
Oh when the sun up
The moon fold up
In the sun she her wings
And listened to the Rites of

Could've been a swan on a glassy
been a gull in a clipper's wake
Could've been a ladybug on a chime
But she was a dragonfly

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