Luyện nghe bài hát Countdown

The got a job to do
The Eastern world is too

They're sittin' on a bloodstone calling you a
Waitin' for another in open cars
The of the men gives a bad vibration
They're countin' bills and they're workin'
On the countdown

I'm sitting all around and I'm waitin' for the
They gotta be cool, gotta satisfy the
of warning all across the edges
Maybe too and my pencil scratches

X is comin' from Miami
Another perfect deal was made in cars
I don't care I'm much too busy
I to write my lyrics
And I'm waiting for the final

It's jut a matter of
We're only waitin' for the end of the
And we got to lose
We're only servants of the we curse

It's just a of time
We can be sure we'll be our worst
And we're for the countdown

solo is coming around

We're sittin' all around and we our lage
to God we got no embargo
What is left to do when you're for pleasure
Somehow we gotta lose the

We're sittin' on a stone, worker, boss and beggar
I give a damn, I want my open car
God has turned to money, is a Liqueur
I'd get my record done
And for the final countdown

It's jut a of time
We're waitin' for the end of the world
And we got nothing to
only servants of the monsters we curse

It's a matter of time
We can be we'll be doin' our worst
And we're waiting for the

The 4, 3, 2, 1