Luyện nghe bài hát Real

My had a nursery rhyme, set of figurines
She'd often let me play them
I'd set 'em up in different

Fifty army men, led by Superman
the ranks of Mother Goose
Mary and her little slips away
And sister getting real and I can too
As long as I don't make a

When we real, we were in love
With everyone and
I guess it was the of

A bluebird clears his throat of
And singing operatic
Evening and the butterflies are
Bats eat the that had saddled up beside her
And the dish, his lovin' spoon were never

And I'm taking flight, relief
The lure of handkerchief so
I chase it straight into the

Lamb slips
And catches getting real and I can too
As as I don't make a sound

And I'm taking flight, seeking
The lure of handkerchief so
I chase it straight into the