Luyện nghe bài hát Plenty Of Paper

Something's under that wing
I think a face is
Oh no, the bugs are faces

And lost quite classically
With your in a book
And it seems so

And perhaps is the end
We've sought for so long
And perhaps now it's

'Cause found
All the dire
Of men and
And them all around

Our identical
our commands

I cut the moon in
And a piece through my hair
It made the back of my head

Golden and then I took
Ten on sticks
And placed them in my small

Bucket and I the other
of the moon to you
Ooh, so you
Forget me while I'm

we found
All the dreams
Of men and
And turned them all
To enjoy

And ourselves
Our paperback
Our charming
Our identical
our commands

And oh, my love, we can on the sun
And wouldn't we be
Riding in our shiny cars
With eyeglasses full of
And plenty of paper for scenery

'Cause we found all the dire
Of men and
And turned all around
To enjoy

And ourselves
Our books
Our looks
Our hands
our commands