Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

He's a what? a what? He's a newspaper man
And he gets his best ideas a newspaper stand
From his boots to his pants to his comments and his
He knows that any little will do

Though he expresses some 'bout his part in the plan
And he can't understand that not in command
The underwritten by the cash in his hand
Bought a sweater for his too

Now I'm no mad man but that's
Feast before famine and more family
Goes and up with more bowls and more
Cups and the riot for the hot meal erupts

Corrupts his hard through the leanest months
Shells out the hard cash for the sickest
On aftershave, on
He flips the page and turns the

In my mind I'm butterflies
Broken and alibis, that's fine
seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart hollow tone it's time

Eye on authority, thumb prints a
Boy ain't it what the lights can do
For counterfeit community opportunity
as the space between the flash tattoo

And the hologram posed for the party
Now he gloss full bleed on a deaf dumb
Cod liver dollar signs, credit card
Down for the record but not for

Angry mannequin, American apparently
Still to the rhythm better get to the of me
Can't stand the vision, better the anatomy
Gold plated overhead transparency

In the days of old you a nut
Now you three bumps before you cut
Not that I should care about, nothing I scared of
But I guess, you had to be

In my mind I'm butterflies
dreams and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my palette to monochrome
Hollow heart hollow tone in time

I see you in your action pose
Foam injected Axl Rose size
Should something you and you drop the news
Lord just keep your dancing off mine