Luyện nghe bài hát Joy, The Mechanical Boy

wired up to the is the father
plugging in, cueing up, making whoopie
never in the history of all
has organic and mechanic come so sweetly
now computing in italics and protected
out - its a boy!
she's and having a baby
the stumbles to the ground
gasps for air but makes no
thinking it was impossible
- -
half and half of me
wonder he'll grow to be
the boy dig no jazz cos he's joy

hiding out, underground, raving in fashion
always out all night cause robots sleep
by all of the freaks calling him
the
he them piercings for free
part of the scene, a wirey
only problem seems, he has no
dead panned, joy's mechanical pride
vacuum tubes and vcr's make the mechanical bride
- -
look his motorola mind
know nothing interesting to find
the boy don't dig no cos he's joy

no sense of
no change in
no sense of
joy, he don't food
he can't be
immune to the cancer
no at all
joy, the new

look inside his motorola
know nothing interesting to find
the boy don't dig no jazz cos joy!