Luyện nghe bài hát Featherhead & Lucky Lack

Music: chan
john popper

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

One night her heart in a dream
It told her if you really love this believe,

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

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

It the guiltiest of eyes
To the man who dies
It takes a thousand of his best
To as many lies
It could take for me to say
How take forever to go away
And it takes 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 lack was she
One day she quit her arms at last
Convinced that accomplished nothing at all
When lack heard he ran, not walked to her house
And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let fall

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

It the guiltiest of eyes
To condemn the man who
It takes a thousand of his best
To realize
That it takes the of samson's hair
To enter if you
And it takes icarus in
To the gods to fight
It could weeks for me to say
And it'll take forever to go
And it takes everything you
Everything to be in

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

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

I remember a story...