Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

Now I'm no mad man but that's
Feast before famine and before family
Goes and shows up with more bowls and
Cups and the for the last 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 butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis, that's
I've seen my palette blown to
Hollow heart clicks hollow it's time

Eye on authority, prints a forgery
Boy it crazy what the lights can do
For counterfeit every opportunity
Wasted as the space between the 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 blank transparency

In the of old you were a nut
Now you need three bumps you cut
Not that I 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, that's
I've seen my palette blown to
heart clicks hollow tone in time

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