Luyện nghe bài hát C. Brown

C. Brown from bed
his teeth and he combs his head for school
Out the door and the street
Down to the corner and a bus and some friends that he's supposed to
But there, not to his
His friends have gone and they've C a lie

But you can on with me
You don't even need to say a
You don't to worry about the others

I C (see) him and he runs up
Kicks at the air his friends watch him fall and laugh
Charlie really likes his
But in his heart he knows that sometimes a dog is as as any man
to do as we should
That doesn't always rhyme with doing feels good

But you can sit in the grass; it good
You don't even to think a word
You don't have to worry, worry

Charlie there is a gun
Right there in the square he's sketched on the run
Aims his eye, his head
In a cloud of dust, dear old Lucy's
Charlie's trying the golden rule
unto others as they have been drawn to you

And you can on home with me
You even need to think a word
You have to worry...