Luyện nghe bài hát White Bird

These thoughts of you, are a gift
The smell of you on the winds due
Behind a chosen curtain, I'm set
The of you still on my lips

You from another place in my chest, yes
Golden brown and burled
Till we have faces in world
An' if I hear and do not do, how can I look you

Every bird, at the top of your voice
days tear, watch me run
She never grows, in the try
and blurred to my swing eye

These thoughts of you are the dreams that I have
The touch of you, I hear, I
Oh yes, and so are you in an way
Bound Hand to stay

Every bird, at the top of your voice
This days tear, me run
She grows, faint in the try
Distant and blurred to my eye

Every white bird, at the top of voice
This days tear, me run
She grows, faint in the try
Distant and to my swing eye, to my swing eye