Luyện nghe bài hát Pressed In A Book

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

They just talk and make plans in the
Or make haste with ideas can't help
But creep people out
As you talk to me too you're assuming
We always want what's right.

Did i strike the right set of 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 learned you lines to and to time.
Why must i remind you now i'm less able.
Cut from bad or soiled like socks
We're ordinary we can't help but to change

As we walk and plans in the dark
Or make haste with the boy who can't
But good people out.
As you talk to me too much you're
We don't always want right.

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