Luyện nghe bài hát Dance Yourself To Death

Oh, my liberated
Theyre out tonight
They read the magazines
Theyve loosened their up

Dads wearing real tight
And some Gucci tennis
Hes got a T-shirt made for him
Sayin Give Me Pot Not

I get a kiss goodbye, I get all numb and
all the smoke left on their breath
I smile and wish well then I pray like hell

They go and dance themselves to

hairs all green and dirty
She wears a high tech suit
She her name to Xerox
She Quaaludes in her boots

Oh, me, Im real
When I hear the things do
kinda compromise my social position
My coolitivity is too

I get a goodbye, I get all numb and high
From all the smoke left on their
I smile and wish them well then I pray like

They go and dance to death

Ah dance, hard

I get a goodbye, I get all numb and high
From all the smoke left on their
I smile and wish them well then I like hell

go and dance themselves to death

Come on momma, on daddy
on skinny, come on fatty
Shake it Martha, it Larry
Shake it Mr.

You gotta dance,
on and dance, dance
Gotta dance till you're breath