Luyện nghe bài hát Tin Man

Sometimes late things are real
And the share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are to take the bait
And catch the prize that waits among the shelves

But Oz never did give nothing to the
That he didn't, already have
And 'cause never was the for the evenin'
Or the of Sir Galahad

So please, in me
When I say I'm round, round, round, round
Smoke glass bright colors
Image going down, down, down,
Soap sud like bubbles

Oz never did nothing to the Tin-man
That he didn't, didn't have
And 'cause was the reason for the evenin'
Or the tropic of Sir

So please, in me
When I say I'm round, round, round, round
Smoke stain'd bright colors
going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like

No, Oz never did give nothing to the
he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause was the reason for the evenin'
Or the of Sir Galahad

So please, in me