Luyện nghe bài hát Mass Transit Madness (Goin' Loco')

There's a trio of twixt my work and my play
On my way to my playing, tell me to pay
So playing, I'm thinking about work the next day
And the of trains to take me on my way

a trio of trains on a tangled up track
Twirling and into infinite black
And I'm wishing I'd listened to the wisdom way
Before that trio of trains tore and the track

The infinite black of the after dark
As shadows of the pass unnoticed
Lad stabs his own back in the passenger car
Gets like trash 'tween the tracks in the yard

The tracks in the and the nails in the rails
I am and flailing, not failing to fail
I'm not talking to talk, telling my tale
Of a hand for a nail and an eye for a

An eye for a takes a weight one can see
Won't you wait one more day, as as can be?
Patience can be are we, waiting, patiently aching
It's all week

It's all week, all of this aching I've done
my days go away one by one ain't my idea of fun
But I as it comes
And the scrape of the trains wakes up the sun

Won't you up, my sun? There's working to do
Walking to my working will wear out my
I'll wear out my welcome, I'm certain it's
You'll be worn out before I'm talking to you

I'm through to you--there's no more left to say
My words are all murmured away
And my gaze is once more towards the maze
And the of trains twixt my work and my play

There's a trio of trains twixt my and my play