Luyện nghe bài hát Pinches Of Salt

Arthur read he got from the shelf
In the gingerbread of the men in between
his mind up to keep to himself
And the future had been
of salt
Nobody's
Just the of the moon on the ocean
One quite suddenly out of the blue
The box grew curtains with Sanderson prints
And designers of countryside loaded the
With 'sort of' and hints
And slept in on the edge of his seat
Way back in his mind where the butterflies
Bread to live nice and neat
With lots of his coming true
Pinches of
Nobody's
the tune of the moon on the ocean
Then came the day of the gig on the
The fluttered and scenery shook
became colours and turning a page
Wasn't just by the book
But was sure
There must be some
of salt
Nobody's
As the of the law
Blew down the
With the tune of the moon on the