Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic Flowers

The of all the songs that no one remembers,
There's a headstone for one,
where I lay flowers in the corner,
against a bush that overgrew it,
so that knew it,
that I wrote for you.

The graveyard of all the songs now lie forgotten,
I've my own section,
but there are no plots open,
so I'll scatter the of a stillborn confession,
with a few verses,
I once wrote for you.

There's a for all the songs that someone's still humming,
as they're the dishes,
as lost in reflection.
If I you,
you're singing,
this is certain,
it's off in the distance,
that some other chorus,
that no one to witness,
a sound in the forest,
or the way plastic still hold their colour.