Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Tigers

Keep powder dry and warm
the coming darkest storm
All the that's sent your way
Through your eyes you might away

you can
Still your lanterns strong and
Even the darkest night

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

They can't give you all things
No pot of gold, no big brass
Stay on the road for the has come
Perhaps at dawn we will be like one

All paper tigers
All the lies they might have sold you
be wasted on one so young that you're old again
Sylvia walks out through the and the rain uh huh

Still the rips you through every nerve
In the bell jar can be heard
I would walk with you, I would talk you
I would do anything would get you through

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

All those tigers
All the lies they might have you
Might be wasted on one so young that old again

All paper tigers
All the lies your mother 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