Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

I spy for the spirit of
All the scandals of each monstrosity
I gossip and I pry and I
If the failure is then it tends to fascinate

A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty of rain
Though she had the span of warm cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10 pin bowling
But nothing could compare with that of fame

So you jumped back alarm
Every Elvis has his army, rattlesnake its charm
Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just
Your memory was in a simple box of pine

Did her green eyes you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire red that she left upon your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you could have on
But the last thing you need is another of blonde

Revolving a jeweler's figure on a music box
Spangled curtain and a night-club scene unlocks
Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all got

To the last gasp of a wounded
A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan this feeling
up through a busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond

Into the street where petty crime-coats panic drunkards
Half out of the taxi cab the seized my elbow
He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim for St. Elmo

Did her eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you could have on
But the last you need is another episode of blonde

I tried to keep a straight but you know it never pays
He would stare into those eyes and then in her gaze
She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the
Now are both living in a soft soap bubble

The film contemplating, entertaining suicide
The crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
The stretched across his wrist
She couldn't care less aside

The scent that so him that he swore, insecticide
And there's a note to mother
That conclude, 'Your loving Son
Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have

Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your
It's such a shame, such a shame, shame, shame, shame
Shame you had to break the heart you could have on
But the last thing you need, this thing you want
Is another of blonde, it's another episode of blonde
Oh another episode of blonde

So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing he sees
And the painting "Christ's Last Exit into Purgatory"
secret messages from an alien intelligence
And off his stalker it's a legitimate expense

So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow with puckered lips
a trophy on your arm a magnet for your money clip
The moral of story is the sorry tale to say
They're pieced with links of chains so they can never run