Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Hour

by alcohol,
shooting out words a rocket,
a prophet out of Babylon
method the absurd...
me those highballs
till I'm lit up I'm plugged in a socket;
me eyeball to eyeball,
let's not bother the words.
Oh, on the clowns, bring on the night,
pour me double vision in and white.
I'm falling, don't give me that look!
I'm falling, falling, it's the trick in the book,
My chickadee, my flower,
show me the way to the Hour.

I don't like to see
oh, no, I don't the way the hand is shaking,
like an acrobat
on his way to the trapeze.
My friends in the
are all bets
taking away the safety net.
Falling, falling give me that look!
I'm falling, only falling, the oldest trick in the book,
vertigo on the tower
is this really what they by "Happy Hour"?

The line between the social and the
so fine he might not know he's crossed it,
when lost it;
when the social kick becomes the of survival.

So to the circus,
let's to the game of forgetting
the marionette that jerk us,
the world just outside the door.
I know my legs have gone
and I know that the light here is far perfect...
but rehearsed it, so I'll carry on
until I up on the floor.

My in the bar
stand me a round,
they'll me on my way to the underground.
I'm falling, don't give me that look!
I'm falling, only falling, the oldest trick in the book,
My chickadee, my flower,
me the way to the Happy Hour.
Vertigo on the tower
is really what they mean by "Happy Hour"?

Put on the greasepaint, we're getting for Happy Hour.
Do you hear me Can you feel me now?
I'm in the of Happy Hour...
Put on the greasepaint.
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