Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

[The Island]
Imagine in your mind a posh club
The stuffy old money where the poor get
The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled
There's no way these people will ever cut

But then I in the room, hold 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 of business men
Stuffed in the boardroom pigs in a pen
The ties their necks are like a hangman's noose
In the middle of the table there's a goose

The old people smell makes you want to puke in the
These will never dance, yeah that's what you think
I stride in the room all and hip
Hold up my and say listen to this

Casablancas]
Then started to move
People instead of financing
preconceived notions were shattered
By these old white people dancing

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

So many types of people never get along
I bust out my boombox and play this song

[Julian
The music washed all their hate
And society advancing
Every demographic was
It was a coalition of daaaancing
!
Everyone was wearing gloves
!
I saw a guy doing the Bartman

Lonely Island]
Transport now to an old folks
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 what happened next was a disgrace

Casablancas]
Everybody started sex
The was way too powerful
A of old people fucking like rabbits
It was to say the least
Oh!
A boombox can change the
You gotta know your limits with a
This was a tale
A is not a toy