Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Up

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

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

up, hold on tight
Can't trust the or a guarantee
the man 'round the curve says
That 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 holes in my
They match the ones I got in my feet

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

Candidate on the radio from the 'Cheaters Jamboree'
It must be their lastest
'Cause it's a two-horse race and he changed his
Like it was just another brand of

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

up, hold on tight
Can't trust the promise or a
'Cause the man 'round the curve
That he's never of you or me