Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

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

Been a time
a federal dime
Made a sound
Like a mirror in my

To my worries
Fix my
Throw my
a juggernaut walks

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

Hybrid
a wooded matchstick
Toxic
And the plastic

Beats are
are spastic
Boom-box
a southern accent

Voodoo
Bible
Voices
the mangled lungs

Give me some
Some get-down
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
a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin

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

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

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

Throwing
From a van
a microphone
Like a 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