Luyện nghe bài hát Nettles

He sank into calculations
And snorted on the
Of arithmetic.
for the boy who was hanging his head low,
More trophies ideas. To follow their pretence.

a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed obidience
And in the Nettles.

Afterwards those whispers said he bought his own rope.
And skipped the bits loathed.
Didn't to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice his had closed
He all of his footholes.

He was a toothpick!
And the and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow
Clinging to the doorframe he was
Off to a reminder of he had been.