Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Plastic

Made of atoms by fingers
And heads
Of tickling

I was aeon's ago
Before anything human was
My friends the

Told me was natural
And always be that way
And possible to gold from dirt

Dear be proud
Don't anything
pure, pure, pure

I believed I was dustbin for knowledge
Took everything and
Of course I became big, bigger and very, very

I'm old and withering away
My friends the
disappeared into dust

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

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