Luyện nghe bài hát Pressed In A Book

Doted on seeds planted in rows
The untied shoelaces of you
all year then presssed in a book
Or in bad taste at the table
arise and you fan the fire
While there's a pack of dogs loose in your house tonight.
Cut from bad cloth or like socks
Add it up and basically people change.

They just talk and make in the dark
Or make haste with ideas that can't
But creep people out
As you talk to me too much you're
We don't want what's right.

Did i the right set of chords? you're annoyed.
The is to ignite you then move on.
You ill at ease. you got no squeeze.
And the wise won't make you more stable.
learned you lines to scale and to time.
Why must i remind you now i'm only able.
Cut from bad or soiled like socks
We're ordinary people we can't help but to

As we walk and make in the dark
Or make with the boy who can't help
But good people out.
As you talk to me too much assuming
We don't want what's right.

Two saplings in an open field.
Snow padding on an empty bench.
An old woman's jewelry unadorned.
Colo nesting robins allied for the time.
I know when you hear these lines
You'll roll eyes and say "nice try".