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 phone
We will answer and start talking real
In their odes to Joy and Jesus, do you they once foresaw
Their pieces in our wireless
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 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 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 laws allow.

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