Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Up

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

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

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

No tombstone would ever me
When I'm in a room about half the size of a matchbox
Got in my socks
They match the ones that I got in my

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

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

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

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