Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
People everywhere,
like 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 thinks I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is stranger more fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a drive and why we take your car?
is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and Bordeaux
And wafting in the air
a kiss and listen to the sound of falling rain
Never your diet,
I'd rather stuff our
Making faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place
The walls are the fun
anarchy stays in its space
Huddled in the pilot's 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 him flat and shoot into the sky.
There's a baby on its way because of we do so much,
Shooting like a from the other end of space.
Someday (I know which one)
A of little feet will come
like a monkey with a creepy little face
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it out of line.
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll thank me someday I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of place.
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a invitation to
the wrinkles form upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the that lie between
Hand in we'll watch as all the years unfold.