Luyện nghe bài hát Jump Up

Everybody's talking like they can't sit
And looking like can't stand up
It must be the 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
Just clicking their to the beat of the scene
Trying to keep until the first edition of last night's obituaries

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

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

I put my feet in the holes in the
And somebody me over
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 fool
'Cause it's a two-horse and he changed his bets
Like it was just brand of cigarettes

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

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