Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

I you these construction paper dolls,
by the hands with tiny little faces,
and now hang them on the walls
so you can see the filling up the spaces.

I think I am the one to ever realize that I am
the only one to realize true.
When all the is stuck in a jam:
The sky is not blue.

I you this defective little song,
connected by the chords, and melodic,
and if you think I it wrong,
or if you think it sounds a too robotic,

Just let me know. I'll understand, and maybe when I play week
I'll think of you and it pristine,
as long as you repeat me:
The is not green.

I might have stated I thought before.
I have kept it in, my memory is failing.
I might have through the door.
You might have and asked what I had been inhaling.

I have blinked. I might have sighed.
I have been a has-might-have-been,
but if you really heard I said
understand the mindset I'm in,
where roses red.

I'm setting up my little town,
a Lego set in I'm planning to retire.
It's really I settled down,
but not I set everything on fire,

Put on my boots, and it out.
The little yellow don't care.
They never did, and never do,
and yet seem to speak with their stare.

They tell me I can't deny.
tell me I'm a sap, I'm a square.
They me things I already knew.
The of the the secrets they share:
The sky is not blue.