Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

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

A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10 pin bowling
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 coming just fine?
Your memory was buried in a box of pine

Did her green seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left upon 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 a jeweler's figure on a music box
Spangled curtain parted and a night-club unlocks
Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all got

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

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

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 shame you had to break the heart you could counted on
But the last thing you need is episode of blonde

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

The film contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway bride
The timepiece stretched his wrist
She couldn't care less aside

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

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, such a shame, shame, shame, shame
Shame you had to break the heart you have counted on
But the last thing you need, this last thing you
Is another episode of blonde, it's another episode of
Oh it's another of blonde

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

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