Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a in my pocket
And I threw it
Been a time
Since a dime
Made a sound
Like a mirror in my
my worries
Fix my
Throw my
a juggernaut walks
Now souls
Can't no rhythm
entertainers
Like victims
Hybrid
a wooded matchstick
Toxic and the
Burning
are broken
Bones are
Boombox
a southern accent
Voodoo
tongues
Voices
the mangled lungs
Give me grits
get-down shit
Don't a good reason
To let rip

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

Mr. Microphone
All the damage
Like a laser
Make a mannequin
There's people in
Like unlimited minutes
through the motions
Just to say they did it
running
Underneath feet
So they feel like they're going
But not
So put boots
On the warehouse
to you
Like a on a chainstore
Throwing
a moving van
Grab a
Like a man
Now fix the
Now the rest
Make a drum sound
an S.O.S.
Get a
Cause it's dark
And the dance floor's
But double-parked!

Cell dead
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... that's

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