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
With all his verbages and his promises.

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

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

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

Pretty, pretty please, me wrong.