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 them 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 what's true.
all the world is stuck in a jam:
The sky is not blue.

I you this defective little song,
connected by the chords, 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 next
I'll of you and make it pristine,
as long as you after me:
The is not green.

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

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

I'm up my tiny little town,
a set in which I'm planning to retire.
really time I settled down,
but not I set everything on fire,

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

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