Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

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

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

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

Eye on authority, thumb a forgery
Boy ain't it crazy the lights can do
For community every opportunity
Wasted as the between the flash tattoo

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

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

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

In my mind I'm breeding
dreams and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my palette blown to
Hollow clicks hollow tone in time

I see you figured in your pose
Foam Axl Rose life size
Should something shake you and you drop the
Lord just keep your shoes off mine