Luyện nghe bài hát What's Become of The Baby

Waves of go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged birds fly 'round the sun
Sun rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on porpoises draw up the

What's of the baby this cold December morning?

Songbirds frozen in their
to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Calling... answer there none
Go to you child, dream of never ending always

Panes of ice sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the polished ice caverns of
But in the looking glass fields of illusion
the child who was perfect as dawn

What's become of the baby cold December morning?
What's of the baby this cold December morning?

in rhythms of the sun
All the revolves captured in the eye of Odin
Allah, pray are you now?
All men blinded by the sparkling waters

Scheherazade gathering stories to
From primal gold fantasy petals fall
But is the childhood who played with the sun chimes
And the cloud shape to the regions of rhyme?

Stranded cries the south
in the regions of lead
Shackled by chains of illusion, delusions of and dead