Luyện nghe bài hát It's the Phone

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

Ah, the of music all around
little beeps cut through the din
I've come to love Motorola sound
Not or violin
I know Ludwig would be so
"Fur Elise" could beep so loud
Rossini too and and Bach
And Mozart and inoff, enough.

Hold the fries, keep your eyes on the somehow
Pretty awkward to talk on the phone now
To the whims if the Tower Gods I bow
And I hope the 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
impinging, see us cringing, dirty looks aimed at your head
Not proud of it but I admit I wish your was dead...