Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

Though he expresses some confusion 'bout his 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 insanity
Feast before famine and more before
and shows up with more bowls and more
Cups and the riot for the hot meal erupts

his hard drive through the leanest months
Shells out the cash for the sickest stunts
On aftershave, on
He flips the page and turns the

In my mind I'm drowning
Broken dreams and alibis, fine
I've seen my blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollow tone it's

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

And the hologram posed for the party
Now he gloss full on a deaf dumb tree
Cod liver dollar signs, credit card
for the record but not for freedom

Angry young mannequin, apparently
Still to the rhythm better get to the of me
Can't stand the vision, better the anatomy
Gold plated blank transparency

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

In my mind I'm breeding
Broken dreams and alibis, fine
I've seen my blown to monochrome
heart clicks hollow tone in time

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