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 knows that any little article do

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

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

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

In my mind I'm butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis, that's
I've seen my palette blown to
Hollow heart clicks hollow tone it's

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

And the half-hearted hologram for the party
Now he gloss full on a deaf dumb tree
Cod liver dollar signs, 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 three bumps before you cut
Not I should care about, nothing I ain't scared of
But I guess, you had to be

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

I see you figured in your action
Foam injected Axl Rose size
Should something shake you and you drop the
just keep your dancing shoes off mine