Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

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

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

Just let me know. understand, and maybe when 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 I thought before.
I might kept it in, my memory is failing.
I have stumbled through the door.
You might have and asked what I had been inhaling.

I might blinked. I might have sighed.
I have been a has-might-have-been,
but if you heard what I said
you'd understand the I'm in,
where roses red.

I'm setting up my little 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 little yellow people care.
They never did, and never do,
and yet they seem to speak with stare.

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