Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

Though he expresses some confusion 'bout his in the plan
And he can't understand he's not in command
The decisions underwritten by the cash in his
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
Cups and the riot for the last hot meal

Corrupts his hard drive through the 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 hollow tone it's time

Eye on authority, thumb a forgery
Boy ain't it crazy what the can do
For counterfeit every opportunity
Wasted as the space between the tattoo

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

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

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

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

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