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 there's a phone
We will answer and start talking real
In their odes to Joy and Jesus, do you think they once
pieces in our wireless devices
All the planet? Blah blah, blah blah, blah.

Ah, the strains of music all
Short little beeps cut the din
I've come to love that Motorola
Not harpsichord or
I Ludwig would be so proud
That "Fur Elise" beep so loud
Rossini too and Brahms and
And Mozart and inoff, enough.

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

It's so crowded, you're so loud it's 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 looks at your head
Not of it but I admit I wish your battery was dead...