🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Little Fly - Esperanza Spalding

 Little Fly,
 The summer's 
 My  hand
  brushed away.
 
 Am not 
 A  like thee?
 Or  not thou
 A  like me?
 
  little fly
 
 For  dance
 And drink,  sing,
 Till  blind hand
 Shall brush  wing.
 
 If thought  life
  strength and breath
  the want
 Of  is death;
 
 Ahhhhhaha.. little 
 
 Then  I
  happy fly,
 If I 
 Or  I die.