Luyện nghe bài hát Open Book

She's writing, writing
writing a novel
She's writing, weaving
Conceiving a
It quickens, it
You can't put it now
It takes you, it you
It makes you lose your

But you're caught in your own
You are your own stories
your own headlines
Ignoring your own
But now you've gotta write all again

You think an open book
But you don't know page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an book
But you don't know page to turn to, do you?
Do Do you?

You want her, her
Just your window
Unbolt it, it
your latch
You want it, it
Just open your
All you really to do is ask

But you're in your own glory
You are believing own stories
Timing your
Inventing small
That roll across polished hardwood floors

You think an open book
But you don't know page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an book
But you don't know which page to turn to, do
Do you? Do

Well, you think she's an open
But you don't know which page to turn to, do
Do you? Do you? Do