Luyện nghe bài hát 5 4 3 2 Run

Stares all at the plaster peeling
Off of the shadows she on the ceiling
Trying to some philosophical meaning to life

But the truth is Ruth is to hatch
She's gotta the door down, gotta bust a latch
She's gotta super-sized that's gotta be scratched, alright

She stands up and down
And digs her heels out of that pea-pickin'

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, a waste
There's more to life than takin' up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey, is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run

So she sold her diamond ring and a Winnebago
Found her way to Heaven on the way to San
Chased her ruby red boots anywhere that go, anytime

She got sidetracked and her way to Atlanta
Picked a pocketful of posies, got busted in 'bama
stop trollop, selling roses from a van for a dime

She up and broke down
call to that pea-pickin' town

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, a waste
There's more to life than takin' up space
Hey, hey, hey, hey, is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run

Run, run, run, run all the way home
Run away from the unknown
It felt good for a minute, she got
in it, stuck in it

Her brick road crashed
Right through the glass
glass

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, a waste
more to life than the thrill of the chase
Hey, hey, hey, hey, is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a
more to life than the thrill of the chase
Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready, run