Luyện nghe bài hát Volumes

Borrowed from stores of gold
Put plastic back where sold
Men in quarries their bomb
One, two, three, a new

Check the bottle, is it
you found which pin to pull?
Boys in shirts get dirty
Smoke kills on the sands

have pages, they take ages to read and to learn
They're to carry and easy to burn
Volumes secrets, take them on holiday
Book them a room, save a moment, swallow their swoon

Pretty all in a row
who can't seem to grow
Finding the pearls finding the blood
Then finding the water is

The something I wanted has flown by
It looked at me and told me to try
I hope it's a from someone obscure
I hope it's the man door