Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

I made you construction paper dolls,
by the hands with tiny little faces,
and now I'll them 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 one to realize what's true.
When all the world is in a jam:
The sky is not blue.

I made you this defective song,
connected by the chords, and melodic,
and if you think I it wrong,
or if you it sounds a little too robotic,

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

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

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

I'm setting up my tiny town,
a set in which I'm planning to retire.
It's time I settled down,
but not before I set 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 their stare.

They tell me things I deny.
tell 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.