Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Hour

by alcohol,
shooting out like a rocket,
like a 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 with the words.
Oh, on the clowns, bring on the night,
pour me double vision in and white.
I'm falling, falling give me that look!
I'm falling, falling, the oldest trick in the book,
My chickadee, my flower,
show me the way to the Hour.

I like to see that:
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 taking
they're away the safety net.
Falling, falling don't me that look!
I'm falling, falling, it's the oldest trick in the book,
vertigo on the tower
is this really what they by "Happy Hour"?

The between the social and the suicidal
so fine he not know when he's crossed it,
when he's it;
the social kick becomes the gauging-stick of survival.

So to the circus,
let's drink to the game of
the strings that jerk us,
the real just outside the door.
I know my legs have gone
and I know that the light is far from perfect...
but I've it, so I'll carry on
I wind up on the floor.

My in the bar
will me a round,
they'll me on my way to the underground.
I'm falling, falling don't give me look!
I'm falling, only falling, it's the trick in the book,
My chickadee, my flower,
show me the way to the Hour.
on the high-wire tower
is this really what mean by "Happy Hour"?

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