Luyện nghe bài hát The Little Flower Girl

Down at the church the flower sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to start heart.
Painted sister beside. a word upon her saintly lip.
admonishing the child inside the open slip.

I don't know where she might go when she runs at night.
It's for the I wouldn't rest when I turned out the light.
No flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old man's in a pose from a magazine.

I have touched that face a dozen times before. and I have let my run.
Laid washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.
My best brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin I tilt, her I lift. I mean no harm.

I the door. she is no more until the next appointed hour.
light push back the night: painted promises in store.
No little girl singing in my troubled dream----
an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.