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

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

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

The infinite of the path after dark
As shadows of the past pass
Glass-Hearted Lad stabs his own in the passenger car
Gets discarded like trash the tracks in the yard

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

An eye for a takes a weight one can see
you wait one more day, as patient as can be?
Patience can be gracious--grateful are we, waiting, aching
taking all week

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

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

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

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