Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

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

I think I am the only one to realize that I am
the only one to what's true.
all the world 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 a little 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 have kept it in, my memory is failing.
I might have stumbled the door.
You might have stared and what I had been inhaling.

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

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

Put on my boots, and it out.
The yellow people don't care.
They never did, and they 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 tell me I already knew.
The greatest of the the they share:
The sky is not blue.