Luyện nghe bài hát Plenty Of Paper

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

And you're lost quite
With nose in a book
And it so fitting

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

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

Our hands
Composing our

I cut the moon in
And stuck a through my hair
It made the of my head glow

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

Bucket and I the other
Half of the to you
Ooh, so you
Forget me I'm gone

'Cause we
All the dire
Of men and
And turned them all
To them

And benefit
Our paperback
Our looks
Our hands
our commands

And oh, my love, we can on the sun
And we be attractive
Riding in our shiny motor
With eyeglasses of stars
And plenty of paper for paintings

'Cause we all the dire dreams
Of men and
And turned them all
To them

And benefit
Our paperback
Our charming
Our hands
Composing our