Luyện nghe bài hát The Tattered Tale Of Brown Butterfly

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Her bounces up and down
Like a on a trampoline
Her dark shining
Like a on Sunday
Her smells like tangerines
Her nose is by the sunlight
Her eye's the blue sea
When she drifts the is so soft
The warm summers

caught her crying
In the rear mirror
On our way to a beach
As I bounce then and now
I see somewhere
We never reach

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

Says rainy days look
a window
Shut it
the cold outside
She's like the Mona Lisa
A eyes could never read her mind
All she asks is for beautiful
The truth is that she won't believe
What got is something beautiful
How she was deceived

So I'd lift her up on wings
Let her down a feather falls
"We won't listen to mother 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 heart will never until she cries"
"Come on baby got to break walls"

Says days look best
Through a
it tight
Leave the outside
She's like the Mona Lisa
A eyes could never read her mind
All she asks is for something
The is something that she won't believe
What got is something beautiful
How she was deceived

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

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

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

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