Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a dollar in my
And I it away
a long time
Since a federal
a jukebox sound
Like a in my mind
Control my
Fix my
Throw my
a juggernaut walks
Now let-down
Can't no rhythm
Sorry
Like aerobics
Hybrid
Light a wooded
fumes and the
Burning
are broken
Bones are
Boombox
a southern accent
Voodoo
Bible
Voices
the mangled lungs
Give me grits
get-down shit
Don't a good reason
To let rip

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

Mr. Microphone
All the felt
Like a laser
Make a mannequin
people phonin' in
Like it's unlimited
Going the motions
to say that they did it
Treadmill's
their feet
So they feel like they're going
But not
So let's put
On the warehouse
to you
Like a rope on a
equipment
From a van
a microphone
Like a man
Now fix the
Now the rest
Make a drum sound
an S.O.S.
Get a
Cause it's after
And the dance floor's
But double-parked!

Cell phone's
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