Luyện nghe bài hát My Bird Performs

Fine art moved my soul
No wine and designer clothes
But my shakes for me
My bird sings

A kind of tinsel
my tree
Yeah my bird

A thousand Cheshire
Grin of me
Yeah my performs
There she

sonnets leave me cold
The stage and the high brow prose
But my shakes for me
My sings sweetly

The brightest
Are up my sky
my bird performs

The is open
But she's no to fly
'Cause my bird
she goes

And you keep what you got
You keep saying you got
out!

Fine art never moved my
My sings sweetly
No vintage wine and designer
My bird sweetly
Shakespeare's sonnets leave me (My bird sings sweetly)
My sings sweetly
The drama stage and the high brow (My bird sings sweetly)
My bird sings