Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

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

Been a time
Since a federal
a jukebox sound
Like a mirror in my

To my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a walks

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

Hybrid
Light a wooded
Toxic
And the burning

Beats are
Bones are
talkin'
With a accent

curses
Bible
Voices
From the lungs

Give me grits
get-down shit
Don't need a good
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 felt
Like a laser
Make a melt

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

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

So let's put
On the floor
to you
Like a rope on a chain

Throwing
From a van
a microphone
Like a man

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

Get a
it's after dark
And the floor's full
But everybody's

Cell phone's
Lost in the
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
This jam is
right

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