Luyện nghe bài hát SING HARPY

The harpy was the
hair contained some red
Thin white
Just too in bed.

He mother from the
Put her on Show Time
Her father was worse
Can't put why in line

And in the little
She was malice
She left the behind her
And the beige
her placky* bag
With blocks of cannabis.

She took a Wednesday
Turned it cold Spring
She got by the minute
She could you anything

And the morning
I was quite
She gripped me a hawk
Her were quite famished

harpy
Sing
Descend
Give me