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

 Dear my 
 
 You  will go,
 and  will stay here in the cold
 for another  months of snow.
 If my  thought remains untold,
  cease to flow.
 It  not grow.
 
 But I have no heart  tell you so,
 although my hands  yours to hold.
 Is time too  for me to know
 if my feeling can ever 
  will it show?
  it ever glow?
 
 Is what I feel the language  love?
 I  speak it well enough,
 so here I put  down in words
 for  as such.
 
 I hope you read my language of 
 I look forward to receiving your 
 
 Sincerely yours,
 The  man