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 way; I'll keep my powder dry.
Then we'll go our way, keeping our high.
Man...

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

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

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

Pretty, pretty please, me wrong.