Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic Flowers

Monsieur Dupont, he was an fellow,
bad and good,
Got of women,
So he got porno,
And to charities,
Cause he he should,
Never up on striving for the rainbow,
Mindless happiness a healthy lawn,
Trembling with joy at the of a new T.V.
a regime of robots in authority,

Flowers,
on his grave,
From the he gave thirty two years to
flowers,
in the sun,
A memento to the things he'd done

He had a car and a on the Northside,
Respectable neighbourhood, and all his struggling to riches,
Laying it does do him much good,
What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, and yet to his soul,
does it profit a man to love little, and not be loved at all,

x2

In my life, I pray, I don't follow blindly,
All the presets for me,
And without become my enemy...(x2)

The people carry on without him,
face occupies his place,
He had friends but he never knew them,
Such a shame that he so young,
Above the terraces and storey car parks,
He be sitting trial,
Too to gasp out for God at his last breath,
Hoping that got a loop hole or two left...

Plastic flowers, away....
Plastic flowers, away....
Plastic flowers, away....
Plastic flowers, away....