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 than the day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't you think more to life?