Other Exercises
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
One, two, three, four
Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From to May
Parse apart a troubled heart an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And in rearview
You start along
To the verse
Of favourite song
you day with the words all wrong
So call me when the world bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
From June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
Which the horizon line
the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd feel down
When it all bodes well
So call me when the bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
every day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From to May
Parse apart a troubled heart an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And in rearview
You start along
To the verse
Of favourite song
you day with the words all wrong
So call me when the world bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
From June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
Which the horizon line
the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd feel down
When it all bodes well
So call me when the bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
every day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
