Luyện nghe bài hát Forgotten Fields

In the tree-lined cities in fields
Some are born too pretty, some are born too
to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal
Some

So just hunch back to start to feel
As the of man names his price to deal
It's look Ma, no hands on the wheel
Going
round...
Slows

Some are early blooms, some are made to
arrive too soon, some way too late
Some think the can navigate
round...

Hey, you see
What be?
Can't you

behind you...
What's you
Look you...

Hey, you see
What be?
you see?