Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a in my pocket
And I threw it

a long time
Since a dime
Made a sound
Like a mirror in my

To my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a juggernaut

Now souls
feel no rhythm
Sorry
Like victims

people
Light a wooded
fumes
And the burning

Beats are
Bones are
talkin'
With a accent

Voodoo
Bible
Voices
From the lungs

Give me some
get-down shit
Don't a good reason
To let rip

cold
Solar's
One by one
I'll you out

God is
defective
One by one
I'll you out

Mr. Microphone
All the damage
a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin

There's phonin' in
it's unlimited minutes
Going the motions
to savor they did it

Treadmill's
Underneath their
So they feel like going somewhere
But not

So put boots
On the floor
to you
Like a rope on a store

equipment
From a van
a microphone
Like a man

Now fix the
Now break the
Make a kick drum
an S.O.S.

Get a
it's after dark
And the dance full
But double-parked

Cell phone's
Lost in the
One by one
knock you out

Eye of the sun
Is out of its
One by one
knock you out

One by one
This jam is
That's

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