Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

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

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

In my I'm drowning butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis, fine
I've seen my palette to monochrome
heart clicks hollow tone it's time

Eye on authority, prints a forgery
Boy it crazy what the lights can do
For counterfeit every opportunity
Wasted as the between the flash tattoo

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

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

In the days of old you a nut
Now you need three 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 blown to
Hollow heart clicks hollow tone in

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