Luyện nghe bài hát Plane

I for you in your attic
the hum and grind of afternoon traffic
We should be pleased to shared the breeze or a bus
Now you ask what was the
It was the of your letter
And the fit of sweater

You know true I would sell this shelf full of records
For the right to affection
All delays and transferred planes
Oh, I would days and time's own changes
Another mountain range and I'm south again
to the Blue Ridge and the red, red clay

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