Luyện nghe bài hát Pinches Of Salt

Arthur read stories he got the shelf
In the gingerbread of the men in between
his mind up to keep to himself
And somewhere the had been
of salt
Nobody's
Just the tune of the on the ocean
One quite suddenly out of the blue
The phone box grew curtains with prints
And designers of countryside the view
With 'sort of' decisions and
And slept in on the edge of his seat
Way back in his mind where the butterflies
Bread non-commital to nice and neat
With of his dreams coming true
Pinches of
Nobody's
Just the tune of the moon on the
Then the day of the gig on the stage
The butterflies and scenery shook
Shapes became colours and turning a
just quite by the book
But Arthur was
There be some more
of salt
Nobody's
As the of the law
Blew the door
the tune of the moon on the ocean