Luyện nghe bài hát Notebook

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

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

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

I write in my
With feeling that me by surprise
And thoughts that I know I have

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

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

Museums on
we, can we both go
And stay there for
Feeding our

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

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

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

Don't you think more to life?