Luyện nghe bài hát Masters In China

You've always bashful
You're that way
But your are like billboards
They you away
mouth is a trumpet
Somebody plays
after the notes gone
The usually stays

And your a fine pillow
With of feather
Your hair is a
With strands together
Fingers are from
The grandest
Played by a
That the Lord knew

The tongue of an
Floats in red saliva
Your rival porcelain
Made by in China
Your face be captured
By or words
And your voice is a
That never heard

And your is a cream
out beyond measure
Your is a peak
Never by the weather
Your fingers are
From the piano
by a soul
That the only knew

Woo~woo~woo~...