Luyện nghe bài hát Wash.

Climb is all we
When is not below us
No, can't up
In that ground
Claire, all too sore for

Bet is shown
across the foam
Like they it
And, oh, how they it
Claire, we nearly

I, I'm growing the quickening hues
I, I'm telling from lines on you
Over havens for a full and swollen morass, young
All living alone
Where the ice and the hold clast are known

Home, we're high
Come, we cry
Oh, and we don it
Because it's
Claire, I was too sore for

I, we're sewing up the latchet greens
I un-peel keenness, honey, bean for
Same white pillar, tone as with the street sand
Is thrown where she stashed us at, all been
Alone where the cracks at in the low part of the