Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic Man: Prove Me Wrong

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

Pretty, pretty please, me wrong.
So you go your way; I'll my powder dry.
we'll 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,
all sanity, with his fake 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 playboy charm,
Is lists of enemies -
Quite a few - who once thought they'd been friendly,
Burned by dark chemistry and his psychoses.

Pretty, pretty please, me wrong.