Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Plastic

Made of atoms by tender
And heads
Of tickling

I was born ago
anything human was known
My friends the

Told me everything was
And always will be way
And possible to gold from dirt

Dear be proud
Don't imitate
You're pure, pure,

I believed I was their for knowledge
everything and digested
Of course I became big, bigger and very, very

Today I'm old and withering
My friends the
Long into dust

I no get anything fruity
No longer gold made dirt
The thing I get is space food on a tray

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