Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways today
I put a in my pocket
And I it away
Been a long
Since a federal
a jukebox sound
Like a in my mind
my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a walks
Now souls
Can't no rhythm
entertainers
Like victims
Hybrid
Light a wooded
fumes and the
Burning
are broken
Bones are
Boombox
With a accent
Voodoo
Bible
comin'
From the mangled
Give me grits
Some shit
Don't a good reason
To let rip

cold
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 melt
There's phonin' in
Like unlimited minutes
Going through the
Just to say they did it
running
Underneath feet
So they feel like going somewhere
But not
So put boots
On the warehouse
to you
Like a rope on a
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 it's dark
And the floor's full
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... that's

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