Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener

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

But it in their petals
That I'm the fortune
in the weeds and the hedges and lawns
Of the fortunate
Who stand in the garden
And feel only marching on

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

A can't see its own beauty
Or feel what meant to symbolize
Doesn't and smell anything on its journey
From the to the light
Just wants the best for itself and its
And God me so do I
And so everybody
So I out each morning
With a and a wave
For the man who looks up their work
'Cause who in a while
It could be my own

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