Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Up

Everybody's talking like they can't sit
And looking like they stand up
It must be the lastest
And they've seen a lot of things that you see

on the mile, up to the hanging tree
Some people keep their fingers clean
clicking their heels to the beat of the scene
Trying to keep until the first edition of last night's obituaries

up, hold on tight
Can't the promise 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 the ones that I got in my feet

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

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

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

Jump up, hold on
trust the promise or a guarantee
'Cause the man 'round the says
he's never heard of you or me