🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Little Fly - Esperanza Spalding

 Little Fly,
 The summer's 
 My thoughtless 
  brushed away.
 
  not I
 A fly  thee?
 Or art not 
  man like me?
 
  little fly
 
 For I 
 And drink, and 
 Till  blind hand
 Shall  my wing.
 
 If thought is 
  strength and breath
 And the 
 Of thought is 
 
 Ahhhhhaha.. little 
 
 Then am 
  happy fly,
  I live,
 Or if I