Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

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

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

Corrupts his hard drive the leanest months
Shells out the hard cash for the stunts
On aftershave, on
He flips the page and the scene

In my mind I'm drowning
dreams and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my palette blown to
heart clicks hollow tone it's time

Eye on authority, thumb prints a
Boy ain't it crazy the lights can do
For counterfeit community every
as the space between the flash tattoo

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

Angry young mannequin, American
to the rhythm better get to the back of me
Can't stand the vision, tongue the anatomy
Gold plated overhead blank

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

I see you figured in your action
Foam injected Axl life size
something shake you and you drop the news
Lord just your dancing shoes off mine