Luyện nghe bài hát It's the Phone

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

Ah, the of music all around
Short little cut through the din
come to love that Motorola sound
Not harpsichord or
I know Ludwig would be so
That "Fur Elise" could beep so
too and Brahms and Bach
And and Rachmaninoff inoff, enough.

Hold the fries, your eyes on the road somehow
Pretty awkward to talk on the 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 some deaf guy you're talking to
All of us on this bus attempt to turn our backs to you
You're impinging, see us cringing, dirty aimed at your head
Not proud of it but I I wish your battery was dead...