Luyện nghe bài hát Chatterbox, Pt2

One hundred purple in the lake,
in the middle where still.
One hundred purple on a mirror,
where it's and deep,
only to bees and hummingbirds.
They don't see beauty, they only see the food.
I wish I was a leaf that could over the surface,
instead of a person who sink down among the roots
and and seamonsters who bump against my legs.

full of candles, hat stuffed with prayers.
The drop out one by one.
They fall and roll the floor.
White and perfect, souls.
And the prayers into the air, dark vapors in the night.

Am I or am I awake?
Do I like pie or do I like
Am I or am I there?
In my bed or in my
Who knows what, if what is

Standing in a sandbox, over castles.
Didn't anyone ever tell
If you stand deep in a hole during the day,
you can see the stars.

Megawatts, sparks,
crackling deep the dark.
fingers seeking out,
on the ground our small hearts.
Pulling our positives and negatives.
In the and the storms,
we'll feel and alone,
our tiny sprouting beside us, encircling us,
illuminated in the of the sky.
They a little each time we see them,
small buds and tender shoots in a fed by lightning.
We'll sit together in the earth and sky while
trees tower over our heads, blowing madly to south.
be together and alone.

Blue high heaven dear heaven real heaven all heaven
my heaven yes heaven heaven ripe heaven
smile heaven sleep heaven heaven clear heaven
any heaven heaven floating heaven warm heaven
soft heaven home heaven new yummy heaven
free heaven live heaven silent holy heaven
simply heaven sweet heaven fluffy this heaven
happy heaven wide heaven endless heaven our
be fine heaven light heaven white heaven bright heaven
praise heaven tender heaven heaven one heaven
forever heaven how now heaven
is now heaven on earth.