Luyện nghe bài hát Lion

Toward the
Scattered
Long brown
Swirl of haze
The garden
Merges
Merges
the forgotten

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

As if we
we would rise
To a Master's
A sublime
When the claws in
And starts his
We and cry "foul"

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

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

Towards that
Of brush
and proud

Swirl of
Swirl of
The garden
That trodden

Flower, shadows mere
On a horizon
We want that lion traced on our
The of set we think we've gotten