Luyện nghe bài hát Plane

I for you in your attic
Over the hum and grind of afternoon
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 it's true I would sell this shelf full of records
For the to your affection
All these delays and transferred
Oh, I would number days and own changes
Another mountain range and I'm headed south
Back to the Ridge and the red, red clay

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