Luyện nghe bài hát Plane

I fell for you in your
Over the hum and of afternoon traffic
We should be to have shared the breeze or a bus
Now you ask was the fuss
It was the tone of your
And the fit of herringbone

You know it's true I would sell this shelf of records
For the to your affection
All these delays and planes
Oh, I would number days and own changes
Another range and I'm headed south again
Back to the Ridge and the red, red clay

And I'd be resting in your arms
Than this window seat where everything's clear and
In the stratosphere and these heated
O'er the thin, thin, air I just be down there