Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

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

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

So you back with alarm
Every Elvis has his army, 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 seduce you and you get so weak?
Was there fire red that she left upon your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you 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 scene unlocks
Pinned and fixed and in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all got

To the last gasp of a wounded
A man imploring to the ceiling fan this stolen feeling
Amplified up a busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond

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

Did her green seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left your cheek?
It's such a 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 it never pays
He would into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze
She was a little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble
Now are both living in a soft soap bubble

The film producer's contemplating, suicide
The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child
The stretched across his wrist
She couldn't less cast aside

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

Did her green eyes seduce you and you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she 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 you need, this last thing you want
Is another episode of blonde, it's episode of blonde
Oh another episode of blonde

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

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