Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

[The Island]
Imagine in your a posh country club
The stuffy old money the poor get snubbed
The is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose
There's no way these will ever cut loose

But then I walk in the room, my boombox high
And what happened next, will your mind

[Julian
Everything got control
The was so entrancing
Everyone got out on the
It was a bunch of old people dancing

[The Lonely
Now picture if you will a bunch of men
in the boardroom like pigs in a pen
The ties around their necks are like a hangman's
In the middle of the table there's a goose

The old people makes you want to puke in the sink
These dudes will dance, yeah that's what you think
I stride in the all young and hip
Hold up my boombox and say listen to

[Julian
Then started to move
People rejoiced instead of
Your preconceived were shattered
By these super old white dancing

Lonely Island]
The Big Apple, people never dance
Spirits go while profits expand
The cops or the dealers, who's got the
The street vendors their boiled goose

So many types of people they'll get along
Till I bust out my boombox and play song

Casablancas]
The washed away all their hate
And society started
Every demographic was
It was a rainbow of daaaancing
!
Everyone was wearing fingerless
!
I saw a Spanish guy the Bartman

[The Island]
Transport now to an old home
Where the elderly are tossed on their bones
The orderlies are stealing, no excuse
Everyday for lunch eat boiled goose

So I grabbed my and hit the turbo bass
And happened next was a total disgrace

[Julian
started having sex
The was way too powerful
A bunch of old people like rabbits
It was to say the least
Oh!
A boombox can the world
You know your limits with a boombox
was a cautionary tale
A is not a toy