Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Up

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

Back on the mile, up to the hanging
Some people can't keep their fingers
Just clicking their to the beat of the scene
Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last night's

up, hold on tight
Can't the promise or a guarantee
'Cause the man 'round the curve
That he's heard of you or me

No tombstone would surprise me
When I'm locked in a room half the size of a matchbox
Got in my socks
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 statue on the corner
Tell me, how else can a boy get to see pretty pleats?

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

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

Jump up, on tight
Can't trust the promise or a
the man 'round the curve says
That never heard of you or me