Luyện nghe bài hát Pressed In A Book

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

just talk and make plans in the dark
Or make with ideas that can't help
But creep good out
As you talk to me too you're assuming
We don't want what's right.

Did i strike the 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.
You've you lines to scale and to time.
Why must i remind you now i'm less able.
Cut from bad cloth or soiled socks
ordinary people we can't help but to change

As we walk and 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 always want what's right.

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