Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange coming today
I put a in my pocket
And I threw it
Been a long
Since a federal
Made a jukebox
Like a mirror in my
my worries
Fix my
Throw my
Like a walks
Now souls
feel no rhythm
Sorry
aerobics victims
Hybrid
Light a matchstick
Toxic and the
plastic
Beats are
Bones are
Boombox
a southern accent
Voodoo
Bible
Voices
From the mangled
Give me some
Some get-down
Don't need a good
To let rip

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

Mr. making
All the felt
a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin
There's phonin' in
it's unlimited minutes
Going the motions
Just to say that did it
running
Underneath their
So they like they're going somewhere
But not
So let's put
On the warehouse
to you
Like a on a chainstore
Throwing
From a van
a microphone
Like a man
Now fix the
Now the rest
a kick drum sound
an S.O.S.
Get a
Cause it's after
And the dance 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
knock you out
One by one

This shit is real... right

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