Luyện nghe bài hát The Tattered Tale Of Brown Butterfly

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Her world up and down
a girl on a trampoline
Her hair shining
Like a on Sunday
Her smells like tangerines
Her is peppered by the sunlight
Her the deep blue sea
When she the mood is so soft
The warm breeze

caught her crying
In the rear view
On our way to a beach
As I bounce between and now
I see somewhere
We would reach

watched her cry
In the rear mirror
no u-turn on a one way street
As I between then and now
I see the
They trying to teach

Says rainy days best
Through a
it tight
Leave the cold
just like the Mona Lisa
A million eyes could never her mind
All she asks is for beautiful
The truth is something that she believe
What she's got is something
How easily she was

So I'd her up on butterfly wings
Let her down a feather falls
"We won't listen to your say "No, no""
"Come on baby got to these walls"

We'd climb
to a star in the sky
"You always but you never ask why"
"You're heart will never until she cries"
"Come on baby got to these walls"

Says rainy days best
Through a
it tight
Leave the outside
She's like the Mona Lisa
A million eyes could read her mind
All she asks is for beautiful
The is something that she won't believe
we've got is something beautiful
How she was deceived

So I'd her up on butterfly wings
Let her down a mountain falls
"We won't listen to mother say "No, no""
"Come on baby got to these walls"

We'd climb
Point to a in the sky
"You always question but you ask why"
"You're will never know until she cries"
"Come on baby got to these walls"

What she needs is what she really, wants
What that is she really doesn't
In the she waits for the heat
In the summer she for the Snow
What she needs is she really, really wants
What that is she really doesn't
All she holds is all she's really lost
I it's time she lets it go

Life is just a made up by our brains
What we leave on pages is all will remain
Long after we're gone it's or hung up on a wall
Suddenly your will be meaningful
With a pallet full of
To show how she felt
She painted a plain of a brown butterfly