🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Little Fly - Esperanza Spalding

 Little Fly,
 The summer's 
  thoughtless hand
  brushed away.
 
 Am  I
 A fly like 
  art not thou
 A man like 
 
 Ahhhhh.. little 
 
 For I 
  drink, and sing,
 Till  blind hand
 Shall  my wing.
 
 If thought is 
  strength and breath
  the want
 Of  is death;
 
 Ahhhhhaha..  fly
 
  am I
 A  fly,
 If  live,
 Or  I die.