Luyện nghe bài hát Notebook

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

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

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

I in my notebook
With feeling that me by surprise
And thoughts I don't know I have

hidden by useless facts
That I've compiled at the office where I
Where there is no time for anything

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

Museums on
we, can we both go
And there for hours
our spirits

And beauty is free
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 to life?
Don't you think there's more, I really to know?
you think there's more to life?

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

Don't you think there's more to