Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

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

Though he some confusion 'bout his part in the plan
And he can't understand 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 that's
Feast famine and more before family
and shows up with more bowls and more
Cups and the riot for the last hot erupts

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

In my I'm drowning butterflies
Broken and alibis, that's fine
seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollow tone it's

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

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

young mannequin, American apparently
Still to the rhythm better get to the of me
Can't stand the vision, better the anatomy
Gold overhead blank transparency

In the of old you were a nut
Now you need three bumps you cut
Not that I should 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 blown to monochrome
heart clicks hollow tone in time

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