Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

There're all of roses
But none are as as the ones
That you own have grown
They as much hope
Leave as satisfaction
As anything ever known

But it ain't in petals
That I'm the fortune
in the weeds and the hedges and lawns
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
Without a lot to say
To the they pay
To cut the grass underneath their 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
wants the best for itself and its family
And God me so do I
And so does
So I head out each
With a and a wave
For the man who up from their work
'Cause who knows in a
It be my own child

With the world on a
To her of where they can go
And she ought to be
Without a lot to say
To the fella she
To cut the growing underneath her feet
May green grow the grass underneath our feet