Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

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

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

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

Eye on authority, thumb prints a
Boy ain't it crazy the lights can do
For counterfeit every opportunity
Wasted as the space between the flash

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

Angry young mannequin, American
Still to the rhythm get to the back of me
stand the vision, better tongue the anatomy
Gold plated overhead 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 breeding
dreams and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks tone in time

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