Luyện nghe bài hát Watercolour Ponies

There are watercolour ponies on my door
And the shape of something, I don't recognize
Brushed with careful fingers and put proudly on display
A reminder to us all of how time

Seems an endless mound of laundry and a stairway with toys
a blow by blow reminder of the war
That we for their well-being for their greater understanding
To impart a holy reverence for the

But baby, what will we do it comes back to me and you
They a little less like little boys every day
Oh, the pleasure of watchin' the children is mixed with a bitter cup
Of the watercolour ponies will one day ride away

And the vision can get so narrow, as you view through your world
And victories can go by with no applause
But in the evaluation as they fly from your nest of love
May they mount up with wings as eagles for His

Still I wonder baby, what will we do when it back to me and you
We'll look a little less like boys every day
Oh, the of watchin' the children growin' is mixed with a bitter cup
Of knowin' the watercolour ponies will one day, one day away