Luyện nghe bài hát Undertake

One thousand ploughs my
Grind on my
Fields of sun embraced
Broken by the mass

Smiling faces, laughing
No suffering from infection
Fir eyour arms point blank range
The is now complete

The things with eyes of one
Speak of those with forked
Catch the words with molten
Let them rearranged

Swallow seeds in trust of you
Ripped by the of the growing flower
You build throne on tiny straws
Straws you took other nests

The god inside no wrong
The geo is