Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Plastic

Made of
By fingers
And heads
Of

I was born ago
Before anything was known
My the alchemists
Told me everything was
And will be that way
And to make gold from dirt

Dear
Be
imitate anything
You're pure, pure,

I believed I was dustbin for knowledge
everything and digested
Of I became big and strong
I'm old and withering away
My friends the
Long disappeared dust
I no get anything fruity
No longer gold from dirt
Now I get spacefood on a tray