Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

[The Island]
Imagine in your mind a posh club
The old money where the poor get snubbed
The is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose
no way these people will ever cut loose

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

[Julian
Everything got outta
The music was so
Everyone got out on the
It was a bunch of old white dancing

Lonely Island]
Now picture if you a bunch of business men
Stuffed in the like pigs in a pen
The around their necks are like a hangman's noose
In the middle of the there's a boiled goose

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

[Julian
Then everyone started to
People instead of financing
Your notions were shattered
By these super old white people

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

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

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

[The Island]
Transport now to an old folks
Where the elderly are tossed on brittle bones
The orderlies are stealing, there's no
for lunch they eat boiled goose

So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo
And what happened next was a total

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