Luyện nghe bài hát The Poignant Epic Saga of Featherhead & Lucky Lack

I remember a story
About a girl who to fly
Something dreams as fragile as bubbles
Well perhaps it won't
It seems she'd flap her arms every day and night
As and as long as she could
She knew her dream needed all the love she could it
For it to do her any

One her heart spoke in a dream
It told her if you love this believe, because

It takes the of eyes
To the man who dies
It takes a thousand of his best
To expose as many
It take weeks for me to say
How take forever to go away
And it takes you have
to be in love

Well across the street there lived a boy
Sad disfigured child two humps on his back
Pitiful little mess in a wheelchair
The other kids all named him
But Lack started to take an
In that across the way
He'd watch in amazement his window
While she flapped her
And that's how they'd their days
She'd soon him to stand
That everyone called Featherhead
Made him clearly

It takes the of eyes
To condemn the man who
It a thousand of his best spies
To as many lies
It could weeks for me to say
How it'll take to go away
And it takes you have
to be in love

Soon Lack walk and talk and hide his humps
And people how clever he could be
still dreaming about the skies
Unaware of how in love Lack was she
One day she quit flapping her at last
Convinced that she'd nothing at all
When Lack heard he ran, not walked to her house
And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let Rome

He said "Everything I am now is for and of you
You see I understand your and I swear to God it's all true"

It the guiltiest of eyes
To condemn the man who
It a thousand of his best spies
To finally
it takes the strength of Samson's hair
To if you dare
And it Icarus in flight
To provoke the to fight
It could weeks for me to say
And it'll take to go away
And it everything you have
Everything to be in

Well time wears on, and soon Featherhead and had to grow up
Featherhead didn't quit and would be flight school soon
She works for NASA exploring
Flying regularly to Jupiter's moon
Lack defying all of gravity and otherwise flew away
You see those humps on his back into great big gossamer wings
He changed his to Luck because he had so much
He still flies he's needed, doing all sorts of nifty and amazing things
From time to they meet up in the sky to celebrate
Tax dollars and miracles can let the weirdest people

It takes the guiltiest of
To the man who dies
It takes a of his best spies
To expose as lies
It could weeks for me to say
How it'll take to go away
And it everything you have
to be in love

I remember a story