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

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

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

The infinite black of the after dark
As of the past pass unnoticed
Glass-Hearted Lad stabs his own back in the car
Gets discarded like 'tween the tracks in the yard

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

An eye for a scale a weight one can see
Won't you one more day, as patient as can be?
can be gracious--grateful are we, waiting, patiently aching
It's all week

It's taken all week, all of this aching 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 breaking up the sun

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

I'm through talking to you--there's no more to say
My words are all worthlessly murmured
And my gaze is returning once more the maze
And the trio of twixt my work and my play

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