Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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