Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

I made you these paper dolls,
connected by the hands tiny 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 realize 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. I'll understand, and maybe when I next week
I'll of you and make it pristine,
as long as you repeat me:
The is not green.

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

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

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

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

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