Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

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

I think I am the one to ever realize 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 this little song,
by the chords, connected and melodic,
and if you think I it wrong,
or if you think it a little too robotic,

Just let me know. I'll understand, and maybe when I play 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 it in, my memory is failing.
I might stumbled through the door.
You might have stared and asked what I had inhaling.

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

I'm setting up my 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.
never did, and they never do,
and yet seem to speak with their stare.

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