Luyện nghe bài hát It's the Phone

It's the phone, get the phone, a phone call
it out, press the talk button right now
Anytime, anywhere a phone call
We will answer and talking real loud
In their odes to Joy and Jesus, do you think once foresaw
Their pieces in our wireless
All the planet? Blah blah, blah blah, blah.

Ah, the strains of music all
Short beeps cut through the din
I've come to that Motorola sound
Not or violin
I know would be so proud
That "Fur Elise" could beep so
too and Brahms and Bach
And and Rachmaninoff inoff, enough.

Hold the fries, keep your on the road somehow
awkward to talk on the phone right now
To the whims if the Cell Gods I bow
And I the local laws allow.

It's so crowded, you're so loud it's some deaf guy you're to
All of us on this bus attempt to turn our backs to you
impinging, see us cringing, dirty looks aimed at your head
Not proud of it but I admit I wish battery was dead...