Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

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

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

So you jumped back with
Elvis has his army, every rattlesnake its charm
Can you still hear me? Am I through 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 cheek?
It's a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need is episode of blonde

Revolving like a figure on a music box
Spangled curtain parted and a night-club scene
Pinned and and fastened in a follow spot
Arms out to everyone, she's giving 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 beyond

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

Did her green eyes seduce you and you get so weak?
Was fire engine 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 episode of blonde

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

The film contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece across his wrist
She couldn't less cast aside

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

Did her eyes 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 you could have counted on
But the thing you need, this last thing you want
Is another episode of blonde, another episode 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 from an alien intelligence
And paying off his stalker a legitimate expense

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