Luyện nghe bài hát Fruitcakes

By: buffett, amy lee


"you know I was talking to my friend the other day she
Runs this station and bake shop down near boomtown. she told
Me that human beings are flawed individuals. the cosmic
Took us out of the oven a little too early. and the
Reason we're as crazy as we are and I it."

"take for example when you go to the movies days, you know.
try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered
Down cherry for an extra 25 cents. I don't want it.
I don't want much organziation in my life.
I don't other people thinking for me.
I want my junior mints. where did the mints go in the
Movies. I want a 12 lb. nestle's crunch for 25 dollars. i
junior mints."

"we need more in this world and less bakers!
We need people that care! I'm mad as hell! and I don't to
it anymore!"

Fruitcakes in the (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the (fruitcakes on the street)
naked through the crosswalk
In the of the week
cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked on the bus (people on the bus)
a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, and found
Paradise, a look around
I was out in california where I they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud
They've got sushi in the
Water bars, brontasaurs, chinese modern
Shake and bake life with the
The secret's in the

Fruitcakes in the (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' through the crosswalk
In the of the week
Half-baked cookies in the (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked on the bus (people on the bus)
a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"speakin' of fruitcakes, how 'bout the
Your tax at work."

We lost our martian ship
The high paid spokesman
Looks like silly rocket ship
Has lost cone shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a at mars
I hear universal laughter out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the (fruitcakes in the galaxy)
Fuitcakes on the (fruitcakes on the earth)
Struttin' towards eternity
We've been way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the (cookies in the oven)
people on the bus (people on the bus)
There's a bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"religion! religion! oh, there's a thin between saturday
and sunday morning. here we go now.
Alright, boys."

Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima
Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima

the church, who took the steeple
Religion is in the hands of crazy-ass people
preachers with bad hair and dimples
The god's truth is it's not that simple
It's the buddhist in you, the pagan in me
It's the muslim in him, she's catholic ain't
It's the born again look it's the and the jew
Tell me what's on, I ain't gotta clue

"now here the big ones. relationships! we all got 'em, we
All want 'em. do we do with 'em?
Here we go, tell ya."

She you gotta do your fair share
Now up half the rent
I treat my body like a
You yours like a tent
But the right at the right time
May get me a hug
That's the between lightning
And a lightnin' bug

Fruitcakes in the (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' through the crosswalk
In the middle of the
Half-baked cookies in the (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked on the bus (people on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake in everyone of us

"the future. captain's log, stardate two and something."

We're seven from the millenium
a science fiction fact
Stanley kubrick and his hal
Now don't that abstract
So I'll put on my bob tape
And what I preach
Get jah lost in the mon
As I walk along the
Stay in touch my insanity really is the only way
Its a jungle out there
Have a very day
Hey.

Fruitcakes in the (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' through the crosswalk
In the of the week
Half-baked in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked on the bus (people on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in of us

"that's right, you too. yeah those are spread all around
This universe. seen fruitcakes. I saw this guy in santa
Monica naked through the crosswalk. down in new
Orleans in the market there are fruitcakes like you cannot
Believe. new york, forget it. city. down island, we've got
Fruitcakes. spread them crumbs around. right, we want
'em around. keep baby. keep bakin'."