Luyện nghe bài hát Pressed In A Book

Doted on seeds planted in rows
The untied shoelaces of you
Nutured all then presssed in a book
Or in bad taste at the table
arise and you fan the fire
While a wild pack of dogs loose in your house tonight.
Cut from bad or soiled like socks
Add it up and basically never change.

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

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

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

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