🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Little Fly - Esperanza Spalding

 Little Fly,
 The  play
 My  hand
 Has brushed 
 
 Am not 
  fly like thee?
 Or  not thou
 A man like 
 
  little fly
 
 For  dance
  drink, and sing,
 Till some blind 
 Shall  my wing.
 
 If thought is 
 And strength  breath
 And the 
 Of  is death;
 
  little fly
 
 Then am 
 A  fly,
 If  live,
  if I die.