Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

I you these construction 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 realize I am
the only one to what's 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 think I it wrong,
or if you it sounds a little too robotic,

let me know. I'll understand, and maybe when I play next week
I'll of you and make it pristine,
as as you repeat after me:
The is not green.

I might have what I thought before.
I might have kept it in, my is failing.
I have stumbled through the door.
You might have and asked what I had been inhaling.

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

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

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

They tell me 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 share:
The sky is not blue.