Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

There're all kinds of
But are as handsome as the ones
That you own hands have
They bring as much
Leave as satisfaction
As anything ever known

But it ain't in their
That I'm seeking the
It's in the weeds and the hedges and
Of the fortunate
Who can't stand in the
And feel only time on

With the world on a
To remind them of where can go
And what they to be
a whole lot to say
To the they pay
To cut the grass growing underneath feet

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

the world on a string
To remind her of where can go
And what she to be
Without a lot to say
To the she pays
To cut the grass underneath her feet
May green the grass underneath our children's feet