Luyện nghe bài hát Flowers

When I was a boy i ran the flowers
Looking left and at the bright array
I played through the spring, away the hours
with the flowers every day

Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, life's
Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, the way

Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, life's
Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, the way

When the summer ends and the of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall
They may write it on my stone, "He was just a
But he stopped to pick flowers along the way"