Luyện nghe bài hát White Paint Morning

Pa, parara, papa,
Pa, parara, papa,
Papa, parara, papa,

eight at twenty one
The girl has with the sun
It's a white mornin' now
the fog is gone

It's a bright, founded dawn
(Hey)
She lays out on the lawn
And the new day
And to confront the clock

And down, the little
All squared
Don't it make you to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Crushed by the
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
where the land end and the day begins

"Is this normal?" She asks
As she sifted through the
Through her
And her morning perfume

It seems life's just not correct
(Hey)
From the observation
And she sits in her bus seat
All the way

And down, the little
All away
it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
by the clouds
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
It's where the land end and the day
Ooh

Statues and
The crest fallen
(Hey)
The minutes and yea
As gently leaves

And down, the little
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
All squared
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Don't it make you to cry all day?
And gone, by the wind
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Crushed by the
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
It's where the land end and the day

And down, the little
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
All squared
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, yea
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Yea, yea, yea
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Don't it you, cry, cry, cry all day
Ooh