Luyện nghe bài hát The Tattered Tale Of Brown Butterfly

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Her world bounces up and
Like a girl on a
Her hair shining
Like a preacher on
Her breathe smells tangerines
Her is peppered by the sunlight
Her the deep blue sea
she drifts the mood is so soft
The warm breeze

They her crying
In the rear view
On our way to a beach
As I bounce then and now
I see somewhere
We would never

They her cry
In the rear mirror
There's no on a one way street
As I bounce between and now
I see the
They were trying to

Says days 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 truth is something she won't believe
What she's got is beautiful
How easily she was

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

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

Says rainy days best
Through a
it tight
Leave the outside
She's just the Mona Lisa
A million eyes never read her mind
All she asks is for something
The is something that she won't believe
What we've got is something
How easily she was

So I'd her up on butterfly wings
Let her down a mountain falls
"We won't to your 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 never know until she cries"
"Come on baby got to break walls"

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

is just a story made up by our brains
What we on pages is all that will remain
Long after gone it's read or hung up on a wall
your life will be meaningful
With a pallet of color
To how she felt inside
She painted a plain picture of a butterfly