Luyện nghe bài hát Pressed In A Book

Doted on like planted in rows
The untied shoelaces of you
Nutured all year then presssed in a
Or displayed in bad taste at the
Problems and you fan the fire
While there's a wild pack of dogs loose in your tonight.
Cut from bad cloth or soiled socks
Add it up and people never change.

They just talk and make in the dark
Or make haste with ideas can't help
But good people out
As you talk to me too you're assuming
We always 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 cracks won't you more stable.
You've you lines to scale and to time.
Why must i you now i'm only less able.
Cut bad cloth or soiled like socks
We're ordinary people we can't help but to

As we walk and make plans in the
Or make with the boy who can't help
But creep good out.
As you talk to me too much you're
We don't always what's right.

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