Luyện nghe bài hát Real

My had a nursery rhyme, set of figurines
often let me play with them
I'd set 'em up in scenes

Fifty plastic army men, led by
the ranks of Mother Goose
Mary and her little slips away
And sister getting real and I can too
As long as I make a sound

we were real, we were in love
With and everything
I it was the beauty of

A bluebird his throat of phlegm
And singing operatic
Evening comes and the are
Bats eat the spider that had saddled up her
And the dish, his lovin' spoon never found

And I'm taking flight, seeking
The lure of handkerchief so
I chase it straight the ground

slips away
And catches getting real and I can too
As long as I don't make a

And I'm taking flight, relief
The lure of handkerchief so
I chase it straight into the