Luyện nghe bài hát The Littlest Birds

Well, I feel like an old hobo, I'm sad, lonesome and
I was fair as a summer's day, now the days are through
You through places and places pass through you
But you carry with you on the soles of your travelers shoes

Well, I love you so dearly, I love you so
I you up in the morning, so early just to tell you
I got the wandering blues, I got the blues
And I'm going to quit these ways
One of days soon, ooh

And I sing, the littlest sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the songs
The littlest birds sing the songs
And the littlest birds sing the songs

Well, it's times these I feel so small
And wild the rambling footsteps of a wandering child
And I'm as a lonesome whippoorwill
Singing these blues a warble and a trill
But I'm not too to fly, no I'm not too blue to fly

'Cause the littlest birds sing the songs
The littlest birds the prettiest songs
The birds sing the prettiest songs
And the littlest birds sing the songs

But I love you so dearly, I you so fearlessly
I wake you up in the morning so early, to tell you
I've got the wandering blues, I've got the wandering
And I want to leave you, I love you through and through

Well, I my baby, on a pretty blue train
And I sang my songs to the cold and the
And I had the wandering blues, and I sang wandering blues
And I'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of
soon, ooh

And I sing, the littlest birds sing the songs
The birds sing the prettiest songs
The littlest birds the prettiest songs
And the littlest birds the prettiest songs
The littlest birds sing the songs
And the littlest birds sing the songs

Well, I don't care if the sun don't
And I don't care if nothing is
And I don't care if I'm nervous you
I'll do my loving in the