Luyện nghe bài hát Captain Clock

He keeps on his moustache
you fussy, makes you rush
He's got no legs but he
He's got no but talks
tack, click clack
He pulls a trigger, pulls it
My time, time is under attack
We run on a track
A bossy man
Who gives me a triple slap in my
of tension, a second of slack
He is so tiny but to embrace
From the top of the world he you
No respect, don't regret, we're
If time is gold, we are broke for
Hopeless beggars, dance to this flute
By supported
On a wrist resorting
no word "retired"
For the with the shoulder straps
Phlegmatic dilated
tick-tactics underrated
Time to eat, to sleep
Time to go back to soil crib
Time to go to your soil crib
Oh what a mechanical
dictator, massive superior
Like a winding toy that sits at the
bull-headed boy
Is a on the life-time verge
the top of the world he shows you
No respect, don't regret, we're
If is gold, we are broke for good
Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific
Striking, beating,
Striking, beating, our lives away
The more we
The more we our precious days
Hearts are to the rhythm of imminence
Should we never grab a of what we cannot own?
Our time is a snail, faster than any wind, any wind can blow
Oh, yeah, yeah,
Oh, any can blow
Striking, beating, our lives away
Striking, beating, sweeping our lives