Luyện nghe bài hát This Beauty

When your words come too easily for me to believe and this paint goes on too to peel away.
I find a silver lining sometime.
Blur my vision and be fine. And I'll be fine

Burn the of the magazines,
I hate the way they look at me. every smile and every laugh, there's something I will always lack.
And maybe, maybe,
an imperfect me not be seen.

When your words burn forever in my mind and those greens and those seem too perfect to be true, I will light a fire every time I think to myself,
I be fine,
I be fine.

the pages of the magazines,
I hate the way they look at me. With every smile and every laugh there's something I always lack.
And maybe maybe an imperfected me will not be seen.

But go on, yes I will be, And I'll be strong, fortunately this beauty's not clear to me to me to me, to me to me to me, to me to me to me, to me to me to me.

Burn the of the magazines I hate the way they look at me, With every smile and every laugh there's something I will always lack.

the pages,
the pages,
the pages.

And maybe maybe just maybe this beauty will be clearer to me. to me. to me.