Luyện nghe bài hát The Tattered Tale Of Brown Butterfly

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Her world bounces up and
Like a on a trampoline
Her dark hair
a preacher on Sunday
Her breathe like tangerines
Her is peppered by the sunlight
Her the deep blue sea
When she drifts the is so soft
The summers breeze

They her crying
In the rear view
On our way to a sandy
As I bounce then and now
I see somewhere
We would reach

They her cry
In the rear mirror
There's no u-turn on a one way
As I bounce then and now
I see the
were trying to teach

Says rainy look best
a window
Shut it
Leave the outside
She's like the Mona Lisa
A million eyes could read her mind
All she is for something beautiful
The is something that she won't believe
What got is something beautiful
How she was deceived

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

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

Says days look best
Through a
it tight
Leave the cold
She's just the Mona Lisa
A million eyes could read her mind
All she is for something beautiful
The truth is that she won't believe
What we've got is something
How easily she was

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

We'd high
Point to a in the sky
"You question but you never ask why"
"You're heart never know until she cries"
"Come on baby got to break walls"

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

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