Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a dollar in my
And I it away
Been a time
a federal dime
Made a sound
Like a in my mind
Control my
Fix my
my hopes
Like a walks
Now souls
Can't no rhythm
entertainers
Like victims
people
Light a matchstick
Toxic and the
Burning
Beats are
are spastic
Boombox
With a southern
Voodoo
Bible
comin'
From the mangled
Give me grits
get-down shit
Don't need a reason
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. making
All the felt
Like a laser
a mannequin melt
There's phonin' in
Like it's minutes
Going through the
Just to say that did it
running
Underneath feet
So they like they're going somewhere
But not
So put boots
On the warehouse
to you
Like a on a chainstore
Throwing
a moving van
Grab a
a utility man
Now fix the
Now break the
Make a kick drum
an S.O.S.
Get a
it's after dark
And the dance floor's
But double-parked!

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

This shit is real... that's

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