Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of the Shape of Things

Completely round is the perfect pearl the manufactures.
Completely is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures
round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree
Yes the circle shape is renowned
But sad to say it can be
In the lowdown, dirty
my true love gave to me
That my true gave to me

Completely square is the velvet box he my ring would be in
Completely square is the envelope he said to me in
Completely square is the handkerchief I constantly
As it my eyes of the tears I've shed,
And my nose which turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true head
He not marry me, no
He will not me

is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through
Rectangular is the transom which I had to peek through,
Rectangular is the hotel room I angrily, and
is the wooden box
Where lies my love neath the golden
They say he died of the pox
In part I must
One too many had he

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my
Triangular is the hatchet I plan to hide tomorrow
Triangular the which now has ceased to be
And is the garment thin
That fastens on a safety pin
To a prize I had no to win
a lasting memory
That my love gave to me