Luyện nghe bài hát Open Book

She's writing, writing
She's writing a
She's writing, she's
Conceiving a
It quickens, it
You can't put it now
It you, it shakes you
It makes you lose thought

But you're in your own glory
You are believing your own
your own headlines
Ignoring own deadlines
But now you've write them all again

You she's an open book
But you know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open
But you don't which page to turn to, do you?
Do Do you?

You her, confront her
Just your window
it, unlock it
Unfasten latch
You it, confront it
Just open your
All you really to do is ask

But caught in your own glory
You are believing your own
Timing your
small contraptions
That roll across your hardwood floors

You she's an open book
But you don't know which page to to, do you?
You think she's an open
But you don't know which to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do

Well, you think she's an open
But you don't which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you? Do