Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Put on my boots, and it out.
The little yellow people 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.
tell me things I already knew.
The of the the secrets they share:
The sky is not blue.