Luyện nghe bài hát Plane

I fell for you in your
Over the hum and grind of afternoon
We be pleased 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 true I would sell this shelf full of records
For the to your affection
All these delays and planes
Oh, I number days and time's own changes
mountain range and I'm headed south again
Back to the Blue Ridge and the red, red

And I'd rather be resting in your
Than this window seat where clear and warm
In the stratosphere and heated chairs
O'er the thin, thin, air I just be down there