Luyện nghe bài hát Map on a Wall

Oh please, make fun of me,
of my crooked smile and my teeth,
of my pigeon feet, of my knees.
Well, I got more problems not.

But I feel fine and I up my mind
to happily, feeling beautiful beneath the trees
a ground that's solid at the core.
Oh please, don't fun of me.
Oh you know I get so easily
when I'm all and the floorboards creak.
those noises in the dark.

But I am alive and I up my mind
to live fearlessly, wild beneath the trees
above a ground solid at the core.

Send my regards to the my friends.
I am built for the heat, I to admit.
My fear of freezing keeps me on my
and so far my life's one long lucky streak.
They say you should take the credit it comes,
but I in haunted wood.

Oh please, make fun of me.
Oh I'll try my to tell it like it is,
but bite my tongue and I'll close my lips
when nobody to hear it.

But here we are and something about it doesn't feel an accident.
We're all for something to adore
and how to the bending and breaking.

I've walked on two legs I was a child,
but did I realize that some ways out,
past the horizon for thousands of
there are people like me, walking on like mine?

closer and farther away.
Coming to me and my embrace.
Hoping comes from good
and good from bad anyway.

Oh please, don't fun of me
with my heart of and my restless soul.
Oh please, don't fun of me.
This happens genuinely.

If you want to see the world, you have to say
a map does no good hanging on a wall.
If you to see the world, you have to say goodbye
a map does no good hanging on a wall.