Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

Strange coming today
I put a dollar in my
And I threw it

Been a time
Since a federal
Made a jukebox
Like a in my mind

To my worries
Fix my
Throw my
a juggernaut walks

Now let-down
Can't feel no
entertainers
Like aerobics

Hybrid
Light a wooded
fumes
And the burning

Beats are
are spastic
Boom-box
With a southern

curses
Bible
Voices
the mangled lungs

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

cold
Solar's
One by one
knock you out

God is
defective
One by one
I'll you out

Mr. Microphone
All the damage
Like a laser
a mannequin melt

There's phonin' in
Like it's unlimited
Going the motions
Just to savor did it

Treadmill's
Underneath feet
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
Grab a
Like a man

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

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

Cell phone's
in the desert
One by one
I'll you out

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

One by one
jam is real
right

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