Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe (4:11)

Maybe I be a writer,
wroight a and feel much brigter,
share my with the world.
Or I could be a film maker,
celluloid, more fun paper,
you see the scren's corners curl.
Aah maybe then I be a lover,
find a and win her over,
and tell her she's the only one.
But maybe a philanderer,
I'd sneak and lie to her,
and kid that I'm the happy one.
I'm not looking over four clover,
I'm just for hell to freeze over.
I should take the mike, (mic')
stand up tall Michael Stipe,
and try to all the problems of the earth.
Or maybe I should sit back down,
my chin and use my frown,
and try to figure out what I'm worth.
estill building churches, burning books,
killing the to feed the cooks.
Who the world would turn out fair?
So I I'll dig myself a hole,
ask the if he wants my soul,
And do soemthing like cut my hair.
Ooh, "maybe this" and "maybe that",
it may be and it may be sack.
won't really matter in the end.
May be my enemy, may be my
I'd myself around the bend,
thanks for time and ears to lend.