Luyện nghe bài hát It's the Phone

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

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

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

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