Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

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

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

To my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a walks

Now let-down
feel no rhythm
Sorry
Like aerobics

Hybrid
Light a matchstick
fumes
And the plastic

are broken
Bones are
Boom-box
With a southern

Voodoo
tongues
Voices
From the lungs

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

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

God is
Hardware
One by one
I'll you out

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

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

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

So let's put
On the warehouse
to you
Like a on a chain store

Throwing
a moving van
Grab a
a utility man

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

Get a
'Cause it's after
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
This jam is
That's

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