Luyện nghe bài hát Pinches Of Salt

Arthur read stories he got the shelf
In the gingerbread of the men in between
Making his up to keep to himself
And somewhere the future had
of salt
Nobody's
Just the tune of the on the ocean
One year suddenly out of the blue
The phone box grew with Sanderson prints
And of countryside loaded the view
With 'sort of' and hints
And Arthur in on the edge of his seat
Way back in his where the butterflies flew
Bread non-commital to live and neat
With of his dreams coming true
Pinches of
fault
Just the tune of the moon on the
Then came the day of the gig on the
The butterflies fluttered and scenery
Shapes colours and turning a page
Wasn't just quite by the
But Arthur was
There must be some
Pinches of
fault
As the of the law
Blew the door
With the tune of the moon on the