CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Made To Be

I bet the cricket in my backyard
Doesn’t care how he sound when he sings
And I bet the oak tree that shaded my house
Doesn’t mind that she has to wait for spring
I bet the birds that live
Right outside my door they don’t go around
Staring, comparing, trying to be wearing
All the colors of the cooler birds in town
They’re made to be
Made to be
Made to be exactly who they’re made to be
They’re made to be
Made to be
And I watch and wait and hear them sing