Luyện nghe bài hát Arianne

Arianne's an morning
That rippling through my window
She's the smell of brewing
On a quiet Sunday

And the purring of a
That has made my neck a pillow for its

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

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

Arianne is mama's
Bread nearly finished baking
And the rainbow in a
And the of birthdays

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

Arianne is made of
So I milk her of her
And I swallow up her
And I taste her she loves me

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

Arianne is crystal
that's nearly finished baking
And the in a puddle
And the of birthdays

And the going off on
And the back on Monday with a tan

Arianne is made of
So I milk her of her
And I up her breathing
And I taste her where she me

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