Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic Man: Prove Me Wrong

Plastic Man, with his white-washed hands,
Is up our heritage
By the roots, and it in the garbage
all his verbages and his tall promises.

Pretty, pretty please, 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 knee-jerk brain,
Is up his vanities -
- and posing thoughts quite scantily,
Lacking all sanity, his fake skirmishes.

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

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

Pretty, please, prove me wrong.