Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

I you these construction paper dolls,
connected by the hands 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 one to ever 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 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 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 stated what I before.
I might have it in, my memory is failing.
I have stumbled through the door.
You might have and asked what I had been inhaling.

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

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

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

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