Luyện nghe bài hát Masters In China

You've always bashful
You're just way
But your eyes are billboards
They you away
Your is a trumpet
Somebody plays
Long after the notes
The tone usually

And your chest a pillow
lining of feather
Your hair is a
With stick together
Fingers are keys
The piano
by a mind
That the Lord only

The tongue of an
Floats in red saliva
teeth rival porcelain
Made by masters in
Your face be captured
By or words
And your is a music
That I've heard

And skin is a cream
Divvied out measure
nose is a peak
Never touched by the
fingers are keys
From the piano
Played by a
That the Lord knew

Woo~woo~woo~...