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 than the work day

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

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

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

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

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

And beauty is free
And is not exclusive
And beauty is ours to and to know
To and know

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

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

Don't you think more to life?