Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

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

Corrupts his hard drive through the leanest
out the hard cash for the sickest stunts
On aftershave, on
He flips the page and the scene

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

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

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

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

In the days of old you a nut
Now you need three bumps 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
Broken dreams and alibis, that's
I've seen my palette blown to
Hollow heart clicks hollow in time

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