Luyện nghe bài hát Whoever Finds This I Love You

On a street in the city
A little old man walks
Shuffling through the autumn
And the leaves reminded him
summer's come and gone

He had a long, lonely night ahead waiting for
Then among the leaves near an home
A piece of paper his eye
And he to pick it up with trembling hands
And as he the childish writing, the old man began to cry
'Cause the words burned inside him like a

finds this, I love you
Whoever finds this, I you
I ain't even got no one to to
So whoever this, I love you

The old man's searched the orphan's home
And cam to rest upon a child with her
Pressed up the window pane
And the old man knew he'd found a at last
So he at her and smiled
And they both knew they'd spend the winter laughing at the

And did spend the summer
at the rain, talking through the fence
Exchanging little gifts they'd made for each
The old man would carve for the little girl
And she would draw pictures for him of ladies
Surrounded by trees and sunshine and they laughed a lot

But then on the first day of June, the little girl ran to the
To show the man a picture she had drawn but he there
And somehow, the little knew he wasn't coming back
So she went to her little room
Took out a and a piece of paper and wrote

finds this, I love you
Whoever this, I need you
I don't have no one to talk to
So finds this, I love you