Luyện nghe bài hát When I Dream Of Michelangelo

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

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

And I can't see why you wanna to me
When vision of America is crystal 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 know 'cause there she
Walking on my again and again

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

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

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

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

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