Luyện nghe bài hát Plane

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

You know it's true I sell this shelf full of records
For the right to affection
All these delays and transferred
Oh, I number days and time's own changes
Another mountain and I'm headed south again
Back to the Blue and the red, red clay

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