Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a dollar in my
And I it away

Been a long
a federal dime
Made a jukebox
a mirror in my mind

To my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a juggernaut

Now let-down
Can't no rhythm
Sorry
aerobics victims

Hybrid
Light a wooded
fumes
And the burning

are broken
Bones are
Boom-box
With a accent

Voodoo
tongues
Voices
the mangled lungs

Give me grits
Some get-down
Don't a good reason
To let rip

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

God is
Hardware
One by one
knock you out

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

There's people in
Like it's minutes
through the motions
Just to they did it

running
Underneath their
So they feel like they're going
But not

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

equipment
From a van
Grab a
a utility man

Now fix the
Now the rest
Make a kick sound
an S.O.S.

Get a
'Cause it's dark
And the dance floor's
But everybody's

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

Eye of the sun
Is out of its
One by one
I'll you out

One by one
jam is real
That's

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