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 knows that any little article do

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

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

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

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

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

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

young mannequin, American apparently
Still to the rhythm better get to the of me
stand the vision, better tongue the anatomy
Gold plated overhead blank

In the of old you were 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 mind I'm breeding
Broken dreams and alibis, that's
I've seen my palette to monochrome
Hollow heart hollow tone in time

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