Luyện nghe bài hát Forgotten Fields

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

So just hunch back plans to to feel
As the rise of man names his to deal
It's look Ma, no on the steering wheel
round
round...
Slows

Some are early blooms, some are to wait
Some arrive too soon, some way too
Some think the moon can
round...

Hey, you see
What be?
you see?

It's you...
What's you
Look you...

Hey, you see
What be?
you see?