Luyện nghe bài hát Who Are These People?

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
In the books that I've reading,
they say exactly what mean,
don't say uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
They don't stutter, they mutter.
They don't themselves.
They don't themselves.
They know what they're doing, they know why.
Who are these Where do they live?
They have so much to offer, they have so to give.
Who are these people? do they know that I don't know?
Who are
In the I've been watching, everyone's beautiful,
Unless ugly and then they're really ugly.
Acting it all makes sense to be doing what they do,
They don't act at all like me and you.
Who are these people? Where do they
I haven't met them in my travels, never to school with them.
Where are these keen minds with their sentences,
and collected, so full of confidence?
They're not sick unless dying,
don't watch too much TV,
Their life's so action-packed they may never get to sleep.
Who are these people? What do know that I don't know?
Who are
Recycle pages of a glossy magazine.
Swim the random of remote control.
Run a music marathon on night radio,
A family photo of the people I don't know.
Who are these people? Where do they
I haven't met them in my travels, never to school with them.
are these keen minds with their perfect sentences,
Calm and collected, so full of
Who are these people? What do they that I don't know?
Who are