Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

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

Corrupts his hard drive 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 drowning
Broken dreams and alibis, 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 what the can do
For community every opportunity
Wasted as the space between the tattoo

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

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

In the days of old you a nut
Now you need three before you cut
Not that I should care about, I ain't scared of
But I guess, you had to be

In my mind I'm butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis, that's
seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart hollow tone in time

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