Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

I made you construction paper dolls,
by the hands with tiny little faces,
and now I'll hang them on the
so you can see the people up the spaces.

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

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

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

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

I might have blinked. I have sighed.
I might been a has-might-have-been,
but if you really heard what I
you'd understand the I'm in,
roses aren't red.

I'm setting up my tiny town,
a set in which I'm planning to retire.
It's time I settled down,
but not before I set on fire,

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

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