Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic Man: Prove Me Wrong

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

Pretty, please, prove me wrong.
So you go your way; I'll keep my dry.
Then go our way, keeping 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, please, prove 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 callow charm,
Is building lists of -
a few - who once thought they'd been quite friendly,
Burned by dark chemistry and his psychoses.

Pretty, please, prove me wrong.