Luyện nghe bài hát Lion

Toward the
Scattered
brown leadened
Swirl of haze
The garden
with
Merges
the forgotten

Flowers. Fawn, shadows
On a horizon
We want that
On our
The of the set we think we've gotten

As if we
That we would
To a Master's
A worse
When the tattooist in
And his trace
We and cry "foul"

Flowered forn, shadows,
On a horizon
We that lion
On our
The best of the set we think we've

Save the lion's tail
The pain of imprint not we thought
The lion safe knotted claws
Is not we've forgotten

Towards wall
Of scattered
Long and

Swirl of
Swirl of
The garden
That we've

Flower, fawn mere
On a puppet
We that lion traced on our skin
The best of set we think gotten