Luyện nghe bài hát Jones The Rhythm

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

{Exact presence that no can represent
Purveyor of the old
with the blood that boils again
And is pulsing where the rhythm is apart}

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

Slave,

Slave to the rhythm, dance to the
Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine line
The burns with heart beats strong
Sing out loud 'The Chain song

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

Slave to the
Dance to the
The rhythm master, never

stop the action
it up
Never stop the
it up, keep it up

Slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm
to the rhythm, live to the rhythm
Slave to the

to the rhythm, live 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