Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Tigers

Keep your dry and warm
the coming darkest storm
All the fear sent your way
your eyes you might wash away

you can
Still your lanterns and bright
Even through the darkest

All those paper
All their lies they have sold you
Might be wasted on one so young that you're old
She walks out through the and the rain, uh-huh

They can't you all those things
No pot of gold, no big ring
Stay on the for the night has come
Perhaps at we will be like one again

All those paper
All the lies might have been sold you
Might be wasted on one so young you're old again
Sylvia walks out the wind and the rain uh huh

Still the shock rips you through every
In the jar nothing can be heard
I would walk with you, I would with you
I do anything that would get you through

Draw the line for you, take the for you
I would stand on a bridge and off it too

All those paper
All the lies they might have you
Might be wasted on one so that you're old again

All those tigers
All the your mother told you
Might be wasted on one so young you're old again
She walks out the wind and the rain, uh huh

to Sylvia Plath