Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistling Song

It's the shadow in the
The silver in the
It's the broken, bird
You've to call your heart

It's than you can seek
Plainer you or me
I don't pull the back
And I don't the key

the hole in the living room
Just above the
Whistles while it there
drip from every pore

It the spectacle of falling
And to the floor
It shows the spectacle of
And to the floor

It the spectacle of falling
And to the floor
to the floor