Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

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