Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic Man: Prove Me Wrong

Plastic Man, with his little hands,
Is ripping up our
By the roots, and pitching it in the
all his verbages and his tall promises.

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

Plastic Man, with his twitter brain,
Is firing up his -
Wanton-esque - and posing thoughts scantily,
Lacking all sanity, with his skirmishes.

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

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

Pretty, pretty please, me wrong.