Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia Bluebell

Carrying the on the end of a limb
Your just waitin' for
To you up again
Shaded by a tree, live up to a rose
All you wanted
Was a place to grow

Pretty thing
you gotta look good
And let the see
All the that you're made of
'Cause the way you hang your
can tell
Your my bluebell
My bluebell

Even a storm
A can bloom
You just need a little
is coming soon
Umbrella in the
They'll roll off your
whatcha can realize what you have

Pretty little
you gotta look good
And let the see
All the that you're made of
the way you hang you head
Nobody can
Your my bluebell

Put a little in the darkest places
Put a little smile on the saddest

Pretty little
Sometimes you gotta good
And let the see
All the that you're made of
the way you hang you head
Nobody can
Your my Virginia
My bluebell