Luyện nghe bài hát A Couple Ideas

The downstairs have alot to say
about the uptown boys that get their way
There's a loner on the corner and a stoner on the
A schizo who's two faces show lots of empty spaces
Next to a workingman, who intend
to make a stand in of his dead end..
If has got the nerve to try him..
The local columnist writes his
he's flying the flag of all he calls
and the politic, of the town, is working thru a panic
to a clown..
And the never ever boy on a clever ploy
his motive like a locomotive, he'll go there's nothing else for to

the he's on end.. and he has got to walk..
It's just an idea i'm tryin to say..
There's more than black and that make up gray..
Nothin' won't move not in my way..
Can't you hear that train, cause comin'
a loud one..
This morning i poked in the eye
it the only reason i had to cry..
Someone i know is quite misleading, she go where she's leading
Her present's no longer her past, she's always first class..
Others i know, are all too
in making it well known that they've got nothing to
their boss, because, he can fire them..
The unqualified beggars' lifes gone up in
now he it hard, to take a joke..
To the burning of fires and a squeeling of
a of wires in a circle of liars
The law stretches far, to it's mark
and there's nowhere you can hide when it's dark
and paranoid, you can never be alone..
It's just an idea i'm tryin' to say
there's more than black and that make up gray
nothin' won't move that's not in my way
can't you hear train, cause it's comin',
it's a one..
A poet's been down, but now he's on the
on forbidden thoughts he theorize
On a paradise lost, an cost
A shined gloss, and a summer frost
Flying like rockets writings in red
are the ghosts of great spirits, both alive and
Standing on the corner where the bricks are piled
and the first floor windows the sky..
and up, there is nothing left to say..
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