Luyện nghe bài hát Driftwood

So he would and drink and mope
and cross his arms and to die.
And then a fairy one night
to this sorry boy to life.
She some strings,
spun him about, boy sprang up,
and to shout,
"my arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, are alive"
And she cry, "liar, liar!
What I done?
You're no and I'm no fighter."

The story on.

So he buy her things and
kiss her hair to he was for real.
And she would take those and kisses,
just stringing him along.
She knew about wooden boys,
it's an empty to fill the void.
Pinocchio, oh boy how nose has grown.
So he cry, "liar, liar!
I'll it to you."

But it grew.
He had grown of her,
so it was true.
He her apartment and
he walked all long,
he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But he walked on
amongst the and the waves
and screamed, "liar, liar!"
and his body floated away.
He drifted away.

And now I how I was made.
Now I how i was made.
My arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, my is driftwood.