Luyện nghe bài hát Notebook

I showed him my
The underside of my
Released in scribbles on
He smiled and my hand

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

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

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

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

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

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

And beauty is free
And beauty is not
And beauty is ours to touch and to
To touch and

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 to know?
Don't you there's more to life?

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

Don't you think there's more to