Luyện nghe bài hát Plane

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

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

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