Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

Now I'm no mad man but insanity
Feast famine and more before family
Goes and shows up with more and more
and the riot for the last hot meal erupts

Corrupts his drive through the leanest months
Shells out the hard for the sickest stunts
On aftershave, on
He flips the and turns the scene

In my I'm drowning butterflies
dreams and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my palette blown to
Hollow clicks hollow tone it's time

Eye on authority, prints a forgery
Boy ain't it crazy what the can do
For community every opportunity
Wasted as the space between the flash

And the half-hearted hologram posed for the
Now he gloss full bleed on a dumb tree
Cod liver dollar signs, card autograph
for the record but not for freedom

Angry young mannequin, apparently
Still to the better get to the back of me
Can't stand the vision, better tongue the
plated overhead blank transparency

In the of old you were a nut
Now you need three bumps you cut
Not that I care about, nothing I ain't scared of
But I guess, you had to be

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

I see you figured in action pose
Foam injected Axl life size
Should something shake you and you the news
Lord just your dancing shoes off mine