Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic Man: Prove Me Wrong

Plastic Man, with his little hands,
Is up our heritage
By the roots, and it in the garbage
With all his verbages and his promises.

Pretty, please, prove me wrong.
So you go your way; keep my powder dry.
Then we'll go our way, our power high.
Man...

Plastic Man, his knee-jerk twitter brain,
Is up his vanities -
Wanton-esque - and thoughts quite scantily,
Lacking all sanity, with his skirmishes.

Pretty, pretty please, me wrong.
So you go way; I'll keep my powder dry.
we'll go our way, keeping our power high.
Man...

Plastic Man, with his playboy charm,
Is building of enemies -
a few - who once thought they'd been quite friendly,
Burned by dark chemistry and his psychoses.

Pretty, pretty please, me wrong.