Luyện nghe bài hát Featherhead & Lucky Lack

Music: chan
john popper

I hearing a story
About a who wanted to fly
Something about as fragile as bubbles
perhaps it won't apply
It seems she'd her arms every day and every night
As hard and as as she could
She knew her needed all the love she could give it
For it to do her any

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

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

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

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

lack could walk and talk and hide his humps
And people how clever he could be
Feather still about the skies
Unaware of how in lack was with she
One day she flapping her arms at last
Convinced that accomplished nothing at all
When lack this he ran, not walked to her house
And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let rome

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

It the guiltiest of eyes
To the man who dies
It takes a thousand of his spies
To finally
That it takes the of samson's hair
To enter if you
And it takes in flight
To provoke the to fight
It take weeks for me to say
And it'll forever to go away
And it takes you have
to be in love

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

It takes the of eyes
To the man who dies
It a thousand 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 remember a story...