Luyện nghe bài hát When I Dream Of Michelangelo

You I don't like you but you wanna be my friend
There are on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings
It's okay, I'm but you'll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo they hang above hands

And I she is not my friend
And I know there she goes
Walking on my again

And I see why you wanna talk to me
When your vision of America is and clean
I wanna white bread life just something ignorant and
But from the of Michelangelo I'm dangling again

And I know she is not my
And I 'cause there she goes
Walking on my again and again

Saturn on a line, the sun afire of and wires
above my head and make it right
Anytime you'd you can catch a sight
Of angel eyes on and infinite

And I dream of when I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling, I see overhead
And he seems so as he reaches out his hand
We are never quite as as we are led to understand

And I she is not my friend
And I know 'cause she goes
Walking, walking,

And I she is not my friend
And I 'cause there she goes
on my skin again and again

On my mind, oh, Lord, no
Yes, walking on my skin again and again