Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Tigers

Keep your powder dry and
Through the coming darkest
All the fear that's your way
Through your you might wash away

you can
Still your lanterns and bright
Even through the night

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

They give you all those things
No pot of gold, no big brass
on the road for the night has come
Perhaps at we will be like one again

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

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

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

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

All paper tigers
All the lies mother told you
Might be wasted on one so young that you're old
She out through the wind and the rain, uh huh

to Sylvia Plath