Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

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

A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of cellophane
Her lovers fell skittles in a 10 pin bowling lane
But could compare with that explosion of fame

So you jumped back alarm
Every Elvis has his army, rattlesnake its charm
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 make you get so
Was there fire engine red that she 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 jeweler's on a music box
Spangled parted and a night-club scene unlocks
and fixed and fastened in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, giving all she's got

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

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

Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you could counted on
But the thing you need is another 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 little that he pulled out of the rubble
Now are both living in a soft soap bubble

The film producer's contemplating, suicide
The crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece across his wrist
She couldn't care cast aside

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

Did her green eyes you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your
It's such a shame, it's a shame, shame, shame, shame
Shame you had to break the heart you 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 episode of blonde

So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he
And names the "Christ's Last Exit into Purgatory"
Receiving secret messages from an 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 clip
The moral of this is the sorry tale to say
They're with links of chains so they can never run away