Luyện nghe bài hát C. Brown

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

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

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

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

Charlie there is a gun
Right there in the he's sketched Lucy on the run
Aims his eye, cocks his
In a of dust, dear old Lucy's gone
Charlie's only the golden rule
Draw unto others as have been drawn to you

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