Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways today
I put a in my pocket
And I threw it
a long time
Since a dime
Made a sound
Like a mirror in my
my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a juggernaut
Now souls
Can't feel no
entertainers
Like aerobics
Hybrid
Light a wooded
Toxic and the
plastic
Beats are
Bones are
talkin'
With a southern
curses
Bible
Voices
From the lungs
Give me some
Some shit
Don't a good reason
To let rip

cold
Soul is
One by one
I'll you out
God is
defective
One by one
I'll you out

Mr. Microphone
All the felt
Like a manifesto
a mannequin melt
There's phonin' in
it's unlimited minutes
Going the motions
to say that they did it
Treadmill's
their feet
So they feel they're going somewhere
But not
So put boots
On the floor
to you
Like a on a chainstore
equipment
From a van
Grab a
Like a man
Now fix the
Now the rest
a kick drum sound
an S.O.S.
Get a
Cause after dark
And the dance floor's
But double-parked!

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

This shit is real... right

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