Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
People everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is stranger more fiction,
definition.
Why we go take a drive and why don't we take your car?
Mine is nearly out of gas and broken down.
Lighter flame and cheap
And wafting in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the of falling rain
Never your diet,
I'd stuff our guts
Making faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of this
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the seat our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We the dash and turn the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and into the sky.
There's a on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet the other end of space.
Someday (I don't which one)
A pair of little feet come
Creeping like a monkey with a creepy little
And I spank that monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that if it gets out of line.
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
And he'll thank me when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside of this place.
The are half the fun
anarchy stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a special to
the wrinkles form upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the days that lie
Hand in hand we'll as all the years unfold.