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 failure is great then it to fascinate

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

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

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 could counted on
But the last thing you need is another episode of

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

To the last gasp of a bandeon
A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan stolen feeling
up through a busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted 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 you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you have counted on
But the last you need is another episode of blonde

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

The film contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece across his wrist
She couldn't care less 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 green eyes you and make 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 the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need, this last thing you
Is another episode of blonde, it's another episode of
Oh another episode of blonde

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

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