Luyện nghe bài hát Notebook

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't you there's more to life?