Luyện nghe bài hát Featherhead & Lucky Lack

Music: chan
john popper

I hearing a story
About a girl who to fly
Something about dreams as as bubbles
Well perhaps it won't
It seems she'd flap her arms 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 heart in a dream
It told her if you really love believe, because

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

Well across the street lived a little boy
Sad disfigured child two humps on his back
Pitiful autistic little mess in a
The kids all named him lack
But lack started to an interest
In that girl the way
He'd watch in amazement from his
she flapped her arms
And that's how they'd spend days
She'd soon inspire him to
That girl called featherhead
Made him clearly

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

Soon lack walk and talk and hide his humps
And people realized how he could be
Feather still dreaming the skies
Unaware of how in lack was with she
One day she quit flapping her at last
Convinced that she'd nothing at all
When heard this he ran, not walked 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 your secret and I swear to God it's all true"

It takes the of eyes
To condemn the man who
It takes a of his best spies
To finally
That it takes the strength of samson's
To enter if you
And it icarus in flight
To provoke the to fight
It could take for me to say
And it'll take to go away
And it takes everything you
Everything to be in

Well time wears on, and soon featherhead and had to grow up
Featherhead didn't quit and would be finishing flight soon
She works for exploring space
Flying regularly to jupiter's moon
Lack all laws of gravity and otherwise flew away
You see those humps on his back into great big gossamer wings
He changed his name to luck because he had so
He still flies where he's needed, all sorts of nifty and amazing things
time to time they meet up in the sky to celebrate
Tax dollars and miracles can let the weirdest date

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

I hearing a story...