Luyện nghe bài hát I Fought The Broad (And The Broad Won)

Words they shoot off of your
my back and I must say
you become now so courageous,
no longer and melancholy
if mind could meet your mouth's movement
you have something to say
you the blade - I touch the phone
and into it is what I will scream

Operator, operator can you me
I think the line is dead on my
Transistor, transistor I you fade in
don't let the words break is my life

Traffic the car shows movement
from the fight breathes within
you have stretched your now I see it
I see everything for it is
now my heart to movements
of your slipping away
you the blade - I touch the phone
and into it this is what I scream

So bite tongue, your tongue:
every breath you breathe arguments
These are the that are shaping me up and open or shy [x4]

This is the rhythm I was
to the beat of my feet as I walk away, away

Whoa...[x2]

And I'm not brain dead, I'm shy