Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

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

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

So you jumped back alarm
Every Elvis has his army, every rattlesnake its
Can you still hear me? Am I coming through fine?
Your memory was 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 your cheek?
such a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need is episode of blonde

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

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

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

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

I tried to keep a straight face but you know it pays
He would stare into those eyes and vacation in her gaze
She was a cute little ruin that he out of the rubble
Now they are both in a soft soap bubble

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

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

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

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

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