Luyện nghe bài hát Dance Yourself To Death

Oh, my liberated
Theyre going out
They the happiest magazines
Theyve their up tights

Dads wearing tight Levis
And some Gucci tennis
Hes got a T-shirt custom for him
Give Me Pot Not Booze

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

They go and themselves to death

Moms hairs all green and
She a high tech Devo suit
She changed her name to
She hides Quaaludes in her

Oh, me, Im embarrassed
When I hear the things do
They compromise my social position
My is suffering too

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

go and dance themselves to death

Ah dance, real

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

They go and themselves to death

Come on momma, come on
Come on skinny, on fatty
Shake it Martha, shake it
it Mr. Coronary

You gotta dance,
Come on and dance,
Gotta dance till outta breath