Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

I spy for the spirit of
All the scandals of each vain
I and I pry and I insinuate
If the failure is great then it tends to

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

So you jumped with alarm
Every Elvis has his army, every its charm
Can you still hear me? Am I coming just fine?
memory was buried in a simple box of pine

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

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

To the gasp of a wounded bandeon
A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan stolen feeling
Amplified up a busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, beyond reason

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

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

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

The producer's contemplating, entertaining suicide
The crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece stretched across his
She couldn't care less cast

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

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

So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first that he sees
And names the painting "Christ's Last Exit Purgatory"
Receiving secret messages from an intelligence
And paying off his stalker it's a expense

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