Luyện nghe bài hát Three Hits

Three to the heart son
And poetry in motion
One could send you down the
Three's a strange way to be

you trade your words for freedom?
That's a for a blind man
hits to the heart son
And poetry in motion

Are you leveed like a
words can help me find you
And this world's a fickle
I will painfully you

From a wise man to your red
You lay in our best sins
Three hits to the son
And poetry in motion

Well I dream you constant
With your best and your anger
You say, "Mother do you me?"
My do you blame me?
Well the first two might you
But the one sings in me son

Three hits to the son
And poetry in motion
hits to the heart son
And the one sings in me