Luyện nghe bài hát A Couple Ideas

The downstairs have alot to say
about the uptown boys that always get way
There's a loner on the and a stoner on the border
A schizo who's two faces eyes show lots of spaces
Next to a workingman, who intend
to make a stand in front of his end..
If anyone has got the to try him..
The local columnist writes his
he's flying the of all he calls absurd
and the body politic, of the town, is thru a panic
to a clown..
And the never ever boy endeavours on a clever
his motive like a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing for to

the tracks on end.. and he has got to walk..
It's an idea that i'm tryin to say..
There's than black and white that make up gray..
Nothin' won't that's not in my way..
Can't you hear that train, cause comin'
a loud one..
This i poked myself in the eye
it wasn't the only i had to cry..
Someone i is quite misleading, she doesn't go where she's leading
Her present's no longer her past, she's still first class..
Others i know, are all too
in making it well known that they've got nothing to
Except their boss, because, he can them..
The unqualified beggars' lifes up in smoke
now he finds it hard, to a joke..
To the of fires and a squeeling of tires
a cutting of wires in a of liars
The law stretches far, to reach it's
and there's nowhere you can hide when it's dark
and paranoid, you can never be alone..
It's just an idea that i'm to say
there's more than black and white that make up
There's nothin' won't that's not in my way
can't you hear train, cause it's comin',
a loud one..
A been down, but now he's on the rise
on forbidden he will theorize
On a lost, an exaggerated cost
A well shined gloss, and a summer
Flying rockets thru writings in red
are the ghosts of great spirits, alive and dead
Standing on the where the bricks are piled high
and the floor windows touch the sky..
and looking up, there is nothing to say..
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