Luyện nghe bài hát Reading Time With Pickle

Walking home from
at the supermarket, condemement aisle
A jar of catches the eye
eye contact with a solitary pickle
Bought the jar took it

it up the stairs
Made it the doorway, waded through the floor
Tried to head in the direction of the bathroom door
The room in the whole damn house

Singin' is the answer to a question
That I forgotten
But I know I've asked
And the answer has got to be love love

Now time with TV
sleeping time, not sleepy
So reading time pickle
But were the bed lamp had been
Is now a milignant soft green

Has it always this way?
Is it possible all this magic unnoticed?
Maybe things will to change
And life will a better page
No rain

Singin' is the answer
To a question i I've been asked
And the has got to be love love love

Tomorrow back to again
Run to the supermarket, hopeful through the aisles
been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar was smiling

But pickle jars are pickle jars
And are just pickles
Ingredients ... water, salt, cucumber, garlic and spices

But love is the to a question
That forgotten
But I I've been asked
And the has got to be love