Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe (4:11)

Maybe I be a writer,
wroight a book and feel brigter,
my thoughts with the world.
Or maybe I be a film maker,
celluloid, fun than paper,
you see the scren's corners curl.
Aah maybe then I be a lover,
find a and win her over,
and tell her that the only one.
But maybe a philanderer,
I'd around and lie to her,
and kid myself that I'm the one.
I'm not over four leaf clover,
I'm just waiting for to freeze over.
Maybe I take the mike, (mic')
stand up tall like Stipe,
and try to solve all the of the earth.
Or maybe then I sit back down,
scratch my and use my frown,
and try to figure out what I'm worth.
We'r building churches, burning books,
killing the babies to the cooks.
Who said the would turn out fair?
So I guess I'll dig 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 matter much in the end.
May be my enemy, may be my
I'd drive myself the bend,
thanks for your time and to lend.