Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

There're all kinds of
But are as handsome as the ones
you own hands have grown
They bring as much
as much satisfaction
As I've ever known

But it ain't in their
I'm seeking the fortune
It's in the and the hedges and lawns
Of the fortunate
Who stand in the garden
And only time marching on

With the on a string
To remind them of where can go
And what ought to be
Without a lot to say
To the fella pay
To cut the grass growing their feet

A can't see its own beauty
Or feel what it's meant to
Doesn't stop and smell anything on its
From the to the light
Just wants the for itself and its family
And God me so do I
And so everybody
So I head out each
With a smile and a
For the man who looks up their work
'Cause who in a while
It be my own child

the world on a string
To her of where they can go
And she ought to be
a whole lot to say
To the she pays
To cut the grass growing underneath her
May green grow the grass our children's feet