Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

He's a what? He's a what? 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 will do

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

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

Corrupts his hard drive through the 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
dreams and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my blown to monochrome
Hollow heart hollow tone it's time

Eye on authority, thumb a forgery
Boy ain't it what the lights can do
For counterfeit every opportunity
as the space between the flash tattoo

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

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

In the days of old you 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 I'm breeding butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis, fine
I've seen my palette to monochrome
Hollow clicks hollow tone in time

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