Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

I spy for the spirit of
All the scandals of 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 twenty tons of
Though she had the span of warm cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10 pin lane
But nothing compare with that explosion of fame

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

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

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

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

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

Did her green eyes seduce you and 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

I to keep a straight face but you know it never pays
He would stare into those and then vacation 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 producer's contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece stretched across his
She care less cast aside

The scent that so him that he swore, insecticide
And there's a farewell to mother
That will conclude, 'Your Son
Oh, tell your 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, it's such a 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 another of blonde

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

So paste up pictures of shrill and hollow girls with puckered lips
a trophy on your arm a magnet for your money clip
The of this story is the sorry tale to say
They're pieced with links of chains so they can run away