Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

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

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

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

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

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

To the last gasp of a bandeon
A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan this stolen
up through a busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted reason

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

Did her green eyes seduce you and 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 have counted on
But the thing you need is another episode of blonde

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

The film producer's contemplating, suicide
The picture crumpled in his fist, his child bride
The timepiece stretched his wrist
She couldn't care less cast

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

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

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

So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls with lips
She's a trophy on your arm a magnet for your clip
The moral of story is the sorry tale to say
They're pieced with links of chains so they can run away