Luyện nghe bài hát Tree Of Birds

In a desert town the desert
Down on a small boy laying in bed
It burned his fevered brow so she witched somehow
But the sun was the tree instead

I chanced the whippoorwill which is windowsill
And overheard the fevered plea
He whippoorwilled a cry to feathered friends by
And an old time at all they made a

A of birds, a bird tree
the tree started singing merrily
Chirrup twee twee
Get on your feet, sweetly sang a of bird

When the little boy that lovely song
He looked all and to his surprise
There was a wondrous tree a singing tree
A tree of flying right before his weary eyes

With their little wings they cooling things
Till his fever and ill may flow away
The boy has tried to tell how made him well
But no one believes him to say

A tree of birds, a tree
Soon the tree started merrily
Chirrup chirrup twee
Get on your feet, sweetly sang a tree of

(A of bird)
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