Luyện nghe bài hát Weeds

(K.J.Garside / C.Gray)

There is an anger off this girl,
That she find an origin,
The things I won't grow,
Yet the weeds flower in wind and snow.

Nothing to be to prove,
to go nothing to lose.

When my season come,
Was I born of soil,
Is my without song,
Can I not see the woods for forests in my head,
Can I not see the as I play dead?

to be nothing to prove,
Nowhere to go to lose.