Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

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

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

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

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

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

To the last gasp of a wounded
A tiny man to the ceiling fan this stolen feeling
Amplified up through a busted
Blaring, blasting, advertising, beyond reason

Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow drunkards
out of the taxi 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 upon 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

I tried to keep a straight face but you it never pays
He would stare those eyes and then vacation 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 producer's contemplating, entertaining
The picture crumpled in his fist, his child bride
The timepiece across his wrist
She couldn't care less cast

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

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

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

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