Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

There're all of roses
But none are as handsome as the
That you own hands grown
bring as much hope
Leave as much
As anything I've ever

But it in their petals
That I'm the fortune
It's in the weeds and the hedges and
Of the people
Who can't stand in the
And feel time marching on

With the world on a
To them of where they can go
And they ought to be
Without a lot to say
To the fella pay
To cut the growing underneath their feet

A rose see its own beauty
Or feel it's meant to symbolize
Doesn't stop and anything on its journey
From the to the light
Just wants the for itself and its family
And God me so do I
And so does
So I head out morning
With a smile and a
For the man who up from their work
who knows in a while
It could be my own

With the on a string
To her of where they can go
And what she to be
a whole lot to say
To the fella she
To cut the growing underneath her feet
May green grow the grass underneath our feet