Luyện nghe bài hát Arianne

Arianne's an morning
That comes through my window
the smell of coffee brewing
On a rainy Sunday

And the of a kitten
That has made my a pillow for its head

the silly music
That my used to whistle
She's the new on the fern
I had given up last winter

And what writers have to like
When suddenly discover they've been read

is mama's crystal
Bread that's nearly finished
And the rainbow in a
And the of birthdays

the going off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday a tan

Arianne is of feeling
So I milk her of her
And I swallow up her
And I taste her where she me

And I'm filled,
But there's always for more of Arianne

is Mama's crystal
Bread nearly finished baking
And the rainbow in a
And the happiest of

And the off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday a tan

is made of feeling
So I her of her kisses
And I swallow up her
And I taste her she loves me

And I'm filled,
But there's always room for of Arianne