Luyện nghe bài hát The last word

It's good to see you back
I deserve to know where you have been
I to cure resentment with a bitter pill
Unkindness was confusing, I'm reading handouts

We lament when our bed disappeared that night
Like a faltering fighter my brain was one horrific sight
I implored the referee to halt my
"Let me excuse myself, don't it out"

But now I'm to say
Every lock with a key
It's your call the morning brings
You are the free
You get the word
in and rest your wings

We smelled a and had to have them all
Held them much too tightly, watched the fall
Lost sight of the magic charm when adorn
Dreams were left with much less rose than

In search of truth, we our Zen
There were of second guessing what might have been
The longer we were lost in a self-made
Shorter seemed our from preceding days