Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways today
I put a dollar in my
And I it away
Been a long
Since a dime
a jukebox sound
Like a in my mind
my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a juggernaut
Now let-down
Can't feel no
entertainers
Like aerobics
people
Light a matchstick
fumes and the
Burning
Beats are
Bones are
Boombox
a southern accent
Voodoo
tongues
Voices
From the lungs
Give me some
get-down shit
Don't a good reason
To let rip

Radio's
Soul is
One by one
knock you out
God is
Hardware
One by one
knock you out

Mr. making
All the felt
Like a manifesto
Make a mannequin
There's people in
Like unlimited minutes
through the motions
Just to say that did it
Treadmill's
Underneath their
So they feel like going somewhere
But not
So put boots
On the warehouse
to you
Like a on a chainstore
equipment
From a van
a microphone
Like a man
Now fix the
Now break the
Make a kick drum
an S.O.S.
Get a
Cause it's dark
And the dance full
But double-parked!

Cell dead
Lost in the
One by one
knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of the
One by one
I'll you out
One by one

This is real... that's right

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun