Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Up

Everybody's talking like they can't sit
And looking they can't stand up
It be the lastest style
And seen a lot of things that you never see

on the mile, up to the hanging tree
Some people can't keep fingers clean
Just clicking their heels to the of the scene
Trying to keep careen the first edition of last night's obituaries

Jump up, hold on
Can't the promise or a guarantee
'Cause the man 'round the curve
he's never heard of you or me

No tombstone ever surprise me
When I'm locked in a about half the size of a matchbox
Got in my socks
They the ones that I got in my feet

I put my in the holes in the street
And paved me over
I was a statue on the corner
Tell me, how else can a boy get to see pretty pleats?

Candidate talkin' on the radio the 'Cheaters Jamboree'
It must be lastest fool
it's a two-horse race and he changed his bets
Like it was just brand of cigarettes

Some people judge and they guess the rest
They understand that don't mean that you're blessed
They to catch the Express Next Stop No Where
That way you can

up, hold on tight
Can't trust the or a guarantee
'Cause the man the curve says
That never heard of you or me