Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a in my pocket
And I threw it
a long time
Since a federal
Made a jukebox
Like a in my mind
my worries
Fix my
Throw my
Like a walks
Now souls
Can't no rhythm
entertainers
Like victims
people
Light a wooded
Toxic and the
plastic
Beats are
Bones are
talkin'
With a accent
curses
Bible
comin'
From the lungs
Give me grits
Some get-down
Don't need a good
To let rip

Radio's
is infected
One by one
I'll you out
God is
defective
One by one
I'll you out

Mr. Microphone
All the felt
a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin
There's phonin' in
Like it's minutes
Going through the
to say that they did it
Treadmill's
Underneath feet
So they like 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
a utility man
Now fix the
Now break the
Make a kick drum
an S.O.S.
Get a
Cause after dark
And the floor's full
But double-parked!

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

This shit is real... right

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