Luyện nghe bài hát Pinches Of Salt

Arthur stories he got from the shelf
In the house of the men in between
Making his mind up to to himself
And somewhere the had been
Pinches of
Nobody's
Just the tune of the on the ocean
One year quite out of the blue
The phone box grew curtains with prints
And designers of 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 nice and neat
With lots of his coming true
Pinches of
Nobody's
Just the tune of the on the ocean
Then the day of the gig on the stage
The butterflies fluttered and scenery
Shapes became colours and turning a
Wasn't quite by the book
But Arthur was
must be some more
Pinches of
fault
As the of the law
down the door
With the tune of the moon on the