Luyện nghe bài hát Notebook

I showed him my
The underside of my
Released in on pages
He smiled and held my

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

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

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

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

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

Museums on
Whenever we, can we go
And stay for hours
our spirits

And beauty is still
And is not exclusive
And beauty is to touch and to know
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 more, I really have to know?
Don't you think more to life?

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

Don't you think more to life?