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 then it to fascinate

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

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

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 last thing you is another episode of blonde

Revolving like a jeweler's figure on a box
Spangled curtain parted and a scene unlocks
and fixed and fastened in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's all she's got

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

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

Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so
Was there fire engine red she left upon your cheek?
It's a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the thing you need is another episode of blonde

I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never
He would stare into those eyes and 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 contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway bride
The timepiece across his wrist
She couldn't care less aside

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

Did her green seduce you and make 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 could have on
But the last thing you need, last thing you want
Is another episode of blonde, it's another episode of
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"
secret messages from an alien intelligence
And paying off his stalker a legitimate expense

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