Luyện nghe bài hát Open Book

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

But caught in your own glory
You are your own stories
Writing own headlines
Ignoring your own
But now you've gotta write all again

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

You her, confront her
open your window
Unbolt it, it
Unfasten your
You it, confront it
open your window
All you have to do is ask

But caught in your own glory
You are believing your own
Timing contractions
Inventing small
That roll your polished hardwood floors

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

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