Luyện nghe bài hát Wash.

Climb is all we
When is not below us
No, can't up
In that iron
Claire, all too sore for

Bet is hardly
across the foam
Like stole it
And, oh, how hold it
Claire, we nearly

I, I'm growing like the hues
I, I'm telling darkness from on you
Over havens for a and swollen morass, young habitat
All been living
Where the ice and the hold clast are known

Home, we're high
Come, we cry
Oh, and we don it
Because it's
Claire, I was too for sight

I, we're sewing up through the latchet
I un-peel keenness, honey, for bean
Same white pillar, as with the bone street sand
Is thrown where she us at, all been living
Alone where the cracks at in the low part of the