Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Is Not Blue

I made you these paper dolls,
connected by the with tiny little faces,
and now hang 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 only one to what's true.
When all the is stuck in a jam:
The sky is not blue.

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

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

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

I have blinked. I might have sighed.
I might 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 setting up my tiny town,
a set in which I'm planning to retire.
It's really I settled down,
but not I set everything on fire,

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

They me things I can't deny.
They 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.