Luyện nghe bài hát Jones The Rhythm

{Rhythm is the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge
It is the original breath, it is the of unremitting demand
What do you still to be said the singer?
What do you think you can still draw from my

{Exact presence no fantasy can represent
of the old secret
Alive with the that boils again
And is pulsing where the is torn apart}

{How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of
echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together
The trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility
Ladies and gentlemen Miss Jones, Jones the Rhythm}

Slave,

to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm
Axe to wood in times, man machine production line
The fire burns heart beats strong
Sing out loud 'The Gang' song

stop the action
Keep it up, it up
stop the action
Keep it up, it up

Slave to the
to the rhythm
The rhythm master, stop

Never the action
it up
Never stop the
Keep it up, it up

Slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Dance to the rhythm, to the rhythm
to the rhythm

Dance to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm
To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the

To the
To the
To the

{Grace, Oh that's