Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Up

Everybody's talking like can't sit down
And like they can't stand up
It be the lastest style
And they've seen a lot of things you never see

Back on the mile, up to the hanging
Some people can't keep their fingers
Just clicking their to the beat of the scene
Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last obituaries

Jump up, hold on
Can't trust the or a guarantee
'Cause the man 'round the says
That never heard of you or me

No tombstone would surprise me
When I'm locked in a about half the size of a matchbox
Got holes in my
They match the ones that I got in my

I put my in the holes in the street
And somebody me over
I was a statue on the corner
me, how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats?

Candidate talkin' on the radio the 'Cheaters Jamboree'
It be their lastest fool
'Cause it's a race and he changed his bets
Like it was just another brand of

Some people judge and they just the rest
They can't understand don't mean that you're blessed
They ought to catch the Express Stop No Where
That way you can

up, hold on tight
Can't the promise or a guarantee
'Cause the man the curve says
he's never heard of you or me