Luyện nghe bài hát Pressed In A Book

Doted on like planted in rows
The shoelaces of you life
Nutured all then presssed in a book
Or displayed in bad at the table
Problems and you fan the fire
While a wild pack of dogs loose in your house tonight.
Cut from bad cloth or soiled socks
Add it up and basically people change.

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

Did i strike the set of chords? you're annoyed.
The goal is to ignite you move on.
You ill at ease. you got no squeeze.
And the cracks won't make you more stable.
You've learned you to scale and to time.
Why i remind you now i'm only less able.
Cut from bad cloth or soiled like
We're ordinary people we help but to change

As we and make plans in the dark
Or make haste with the boy who help
But good people out.
As you to me too much you're 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 allied for the first time.
I when you hear these sappy lines
roll your eyes and say "nice try".