Luyện nghe bài hát A Perfect Indian

A Perfect is he
him life is sweet
Like a willow
His on my pillow
to me still in my dreams

And I saw a young baby
A beautiful was she
A face a painting
Red cheeks and teeth
Her eyes like a Irish sea

On a table, in her yellow
For a photograph feigned
Why in my is that the only time
any of you will smile at me

I'm sailing on terrible ocean
I've for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been feeling like Lir's
And there's only one way to be

shy and he speaks quietly
He's and he seems to me
the elf-arrow his face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer me?

I'm sailing on terrible ocean
come for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been like Lir's children
And only one way to be free