Luyện nghe bài hát It's the Phone

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

Ah, the strains of all around
Short beeps cut through the din
come to love that Motorola sound
Not harpsichord or
I know Ludwig be so proud
That "Fur Elise" beep so loud
Rossini too and Brahms and
And and Rachmaninoff inoff, enough.

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

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