🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Little Fly - Esperanza Spalding

 Little Fly,
  summer's play
 My  hand
 Has brushed 
 
 Am not 
 A fly like 
 Or art not 
 A man like 
 
 Ahhhhh.. little 
 
 For  dance
 And drink, and 
  some blind hand
  brush my wing.
 
  thought is life
 And  and breath
 And  want
 Of thought  death;
 
 Ahhhhhaha.. little 
 
  am I
 A  fly,
 If  live,
 Or if I