Luyện nghe bài hát Pinches Of Salt

Arthur read stories he got from the
In the gingerbread of the men in between
Making his mind up to keep to
And somewhere the had been
of salt
Nobody's
Just the tune of the on the ocean
One year suddenly out of the blue
The phone box grew curtains with Sanderson
And designers of loaded the view
With 'sort of' and hints
And Arthur slept in on the of his seat
Way back in his where the butterflies flew
Bread non-commital to live nice and
With of his dreams coming true
of salt
Nobody's
Just the tune of the moon on the
Then the day of the gig on the stage
The butterflies fluttered and shook
became colours and turning a page
Wasn't just by the book
But Arthur was
There must be more
of salt
Nobody's
As the of the law
Blew the door
With the tune of the on the ocean