Luyện nghe bài hát Plenty Of Paper

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

And you're lost quite
your nose in a book
And it seems so

And this is the end
sought after for so long
And perhaps now done

'Cause we've
All the dire
Of men and
And turned all around

Our identical
our commands

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

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

and I gave the other
Half of the to you
Ooh, so you
Forget me while I'm

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

And benefit
Our paperback
Our looks
Our identical
Composing our

And oh, my love, we can on the sun
And we be attractive
Riding in our motor cars
With full of stars
And plenty of paper for scenery

we found all the dire dreams
Of men and
And them all around
To enjoy

And ourselves
Our paperback
Our charming
Our identical
Composing our