Luyện nghe bài hát Waters of March

A stick, a stone, the end of the road
the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, the sun
It is night, it is death, a trap, it's a gun

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the
The in the wood, the song of a thrush
The of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is at all

It's the wind blowing free, the end of the slope
It's a beam, a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks of the waters of
the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the
The beat of the road, a slingshot's
A fish, a flash, a glow
A fight, a bet, the of a bow

The bed of the well, the end of the
The dismay in the face, a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a
A drip, a drop, the end of the

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning
The sound of a in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the

The plan of the house, the in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, the mud
A float, a drift, a flight, a
A hawk, a quail, the promise of

And the river bank of the waters of March
It's the of life, it's the joy in your heart

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn on hand and a cut in your toe
A point, a grain, a bee, a
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden of night

A in the mountains, a horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves three shadows of blue

And the river bank talks of the of March
It's the promise of life in heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone, the end of the
The rest of a stump, a lonesome
A of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run

And the river bank talks of the waters of
the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart