Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways today
I put a dollar in my
And I it away
a long time
Since a federal
a jukebox sound
Like a in my mind
my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a walks
Now let-down
Can't no rhythm
Sorry
Like aerobics
people
Light a matchstick
Toxic and the
plastic
Beats are
Bones are
Boombox
With a accent
curses
Bible
comin'
From the mangled
Give me grits
get-down shit
Don't need a 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
a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin
There's phonin' in
Like unlimited minutes
through the motions
Just to say that did it
running
Underneath feet
So they feel they're going somewhere
But not
So let's put
On the floor
to you
Like a on a chainstore
Throwing
From a van
a microphone
Like a man
Now fix the
Now the rest
Make a drum sound
an S.O.S.
Get a
it's after dark
And the dance floor's
But double-parked!

Cell dead
Lost in the
One by one
knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of the
One by one
I'll you out
One by one

This is real... that's right

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