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 on the walls
so you can see the filling up the spaces.

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

I made you defective little song,
connected by the chords, 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 of you and make it pristine,
as long as you after me:
The is not green.

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

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

I'm up my tiny little town,
a set in which I'm planning to retire.
really time I settled down,
but not I set everything on fire,

Put on my boots, and it out.
The little yellow people care.
They did, and they never do,
and yet they seem to speak their stare.

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