Luyện nghe bài hát Notebook

I him my notebook
The of my soul
Released in scribbles on
He smiled and my hand

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

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

I in my notebook
With feeling takes me by surprise
And thoughts that I know I have

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

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

on Sundays
Whenever we, can we go
And stay 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 think more, I really have to know?
Don't you think more to life?
Don't you think there's more, I really to know?
Don't you think there's to life?

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

Don't you there's more to life?