Luyện nghe bài hát Lion

Toward the
Scattered
Long brown
Swirl of haze
The spring
with
Merges
With the

Flowers. Fawn, mere
On a horizon
We want lion
On our
The best of the set we we've gotten

As if we
That we rise
To a Master's
A worse
the tattooist claws in
And starts his
We and cry "foul"

forn, shadows, mere
On a puppet
We want that
On our
The best of the set we think gotten

Save the lion's tail
The pain of imprint not what we
The lion safe from claws
Is not what forgotten

Towards wall
Of brush
Long and

Swirl of
of trust
The spring
That we've

Flower, fawn shadows
On a puppet
We want that lion on our skin
The best of set we we've gotten