Luyện nghe bài hát Masters In China

You've always been
You're that way
But your are like billboards
They give you
Your mouth is a
Somebody else
Long after the notes
The usually stays

And chest a fine pillow
With of feather
Your hair is a
With strands together
Fingers are from
The piano
Played by a
the Lord only knew

The of an angel
Floats in red saliva
Your rival porcelain
by masters in China
Your can't be captured
By pictures or
And voice is a music
That I've never

And your skin is a
Divvied out measure
Your nose is a
Never by the weather
Your are keys
the grandest piano
Played by a
That the Lord knew

Woo~woo~woo~...