Luyện nghe bài hát Featherhead & Lucky Lack

Music: chan
Lyrics: popper

I remember a story
a girl who wanted to fly
Something about dreams as fragile as
Well it won't apply
It seems she'd flap her every day and every night
As hard and as long as she
She knew her dream needed all the love she could it
For it to do her any

One night her spoke in a dream
It her if you really love this believe, because

It takes the of eyes
To the man who dies
It a thousand of his best spies
To expose as lies
It take weeks for me to say
How it'll take forever to go
And it takes you have
Everything to be in

Well across the street there lived a boy
Sad disfigured child with two on his back
Pitiful autistic mess in a wheelchair
The other all named him lack
But lack started to an interest
In that girl the way
He'd in amazement from his window
While she her arms
And how they'd spend their days
She'd soon him to stand
girl everyone called featherhead
Made him understand

It takes the guiltiest of
To the man who dies
It a thousand of his best spies
To as many lies
It could take for me to say
How it'll take forever to go
And it everything you have
Everything to be in

Soon lack could walk and talk and hide his
And realized how clever he could be
still dreaming about the skies
Unaware of how in love was with she
One day she quit her arms at last
Convinced that she'd nothing at all
When lack heard this he ran, not to her house
And he her, yes he begged her not to let rome fall

He "everything I am now is for and because of you
You see I understand your and I swear to God it's all true"

It takes the guiltiest of
To the man who dies
It takes a thousand of his best
To finally
That it takes the strength of hair
To enter if you
And it takes in flight
To provoke the gods to
It take weeks for me to say
And it'll take to go away
And it takes everything you
Everything to be in

Well wears on, and soon featherhead and lack had to grow up
Featherhead quit and would be finishing flight school soon
She for nasa exploring space
regularly to jupiter's seventh moon
Lack all laws of gravity and otherwise flew away
You see those humps on his back grew into great big wings
He his name to luck because he had so much
He still flies where he's needed, doing all sorts of nifty and things
From time to time meet up in the sky to celebrate
Tax dollars and miracles can let the people date

It takes the of eyes
To condemn the man who
It takes a of his best spies
To expose as many
It take weeks for me to say
How it'll take to go away
And it takes everything you
Everything to be in

I hearing a story...