Luyện nghe bài hát Notebook

I him my notebook
The underside of my
Released in scribbles on
He and held my hand

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

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

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

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

You see, I just work
To my real life
That begins scribbles on pages
And of how and when

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

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

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

Don't you think there's more to