Luyện nghe bài hát She's Never Read My Poems

She has away
But ok
is another day

I was a
But now it's
She sends me every day

But for me the hardest is knowing
That she's never ever my poems

I was her
I made her
She her hands and I fell down

But she is my friend
And that end
I phone her other day

But for me the part is knowing
That she's never ever my poems

I took a word or two Byron
A or two form Keats
A of Shelley and put my name underneath
She'll never

I'm sending today
I know what she'll say
probably laugh and throw them all away

But I didn't like them