Luyện nghe bài hát SING HARPY

The harpy was the
Whose hair some red
white skeleton
Just too in bed.

He mother the circus
Put her on Junior Show
Her was much worse
put why in this line

And in the village
She was without
She left the moors her
And the beige
her placky* bag
With of brown cannabis.

She a lousy Wednesday
Turned it into cold
She got by the minute
She could sell you

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

Ascend
Sing
Descend
Give me