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 pants to his comments and his
He that any little article will do

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

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

Corrupts his hard through the leanest months
Shells out the hard 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 seen my palette blown to
Hollow heart clicks hollow it's time

Eye on authority, prints a forgery
Boy ain't it what the lights can do
For counterfeit community opportunity
Wasted as the space between the tattoo

And the hologram 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 mannequin, American apparently
Still to the better get to the back of me
Can't stand the vision, better tongue the
Gold plated overhead blank

In the of old you were a nut
Now you need bumps before 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
heart clicks hollow tone in time

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