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

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

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

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

Pretty, pretty please, me wrong.