🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Unsent Letter - Hồ Trung Dũng

 Dear my 
 
  soon will go,
 and  will stay here in the cold
 for  four months of snow.
 If my own thought  untold,
  cease to flow.
 It will  grow.
 
 But I have no  to tell you so,
 although my hands want yours to 
 Is time too short  me to know
 if  feeling can ever unfold,
 When will  show?
 Will  ever glow?
 
  what I feel the language of love?
 I  speak it well enough,
 so here I put it  in words
 for you as 
 
 I hope you read my  of love.
 I look forward to receiving your 
 
 Sincerely yours,
 The little