Luyện nghe bài hát Airplanes

I grew up where throwing in canyons is not allowed.
I grew up where up makes me awkward and proud.
I grew up it was a difficult drive to the airport,
and I hope you have a good ride, my mother, you know,
she doesn't to fly.
I grew up were it was a drive to the airport,
but I up.
School, school, pool,
I walk barefoot home school.
School, school.
And mother, that's a hard word, the that you're leaving,
the things that missing, the things you don't know.
And father, that's a hard word, the things that needing,
the things you're missing, the things that don't show.
How do you have to be to be happy?
How sad do you to be to be sad?
Do you to be sad?
Do you to be?
I grew up throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed.