Luyện nghe bài hát A Perfect Indian

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

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

On a table, in her dress
For a feigned happiness
Why in my is that the only time
That any of you will at me

I'm sailing on this ocean
I've come for my to retrieve
Too long, I been feeling like Lir's children
And there's one way to be free

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

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