Luyện nghe bài hát Plateau

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the
Some belong to strangers and some to you know
Holy and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills and shake the hands

There's nothing on the top but a and a mop
And an book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be
Who needs when you got words

When finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've
The clean, no dirt to be seen
And the it took was fun

Well the many hands began to scan around for the next
Some said it was Greenland and say Mexico
decided in was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if could