Luyện nghe bài hát Notebook

I him my notebook
The of my soul
Released in on pages
He smiled and my hand

I knew he would see
For he dreams of beauty, too
has to be more than the work day

He's houses
He's painting houses for a
I'm home to his
to life

I write in my
With feeling that takes me by
And thoughts that I don't know I

They're hidden by facts
That compiled at the office where I work
Where there is no time for feeling

You see, I just there
To finance my real
That begins with scribbles on
And of how and when

on Sundays
Whenever we, can we go
And there for hours
our spirits

And is still free
And beauty is not
And beauty is ours to and to know
To and know

Don't you think more, I really have to know?
Don't you think there's more to
Don't you think there's more, I have to know?
Don't you there's more to life?

you think there's more to life?
Don't you think there's more to
you think there's more to life?
And don't you there's more to life?

Don't you think there's more to