Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

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

Corrupts his drive through the leanest months
Shells out the cash 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 to monochrome
heart clicks hollow tone it's time

Eye on authority, prints a forgery
Boy it crazy what the lights can do
For counterfeit community every
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 autograph
Down for the 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
plated overhead blank transparency

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

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

I see you figured in your action
injected Axl Rose life size
Should shake you and you drop the news
Lord just keep your dancing shoes off