Luyện nghe bài hát Me and Howard Hughes

Hand me a strong panacea,
One that's guaranteed to make me like Hercules,
flies everywhere, buzzing in the air,
Filling my body filth and disease....and I think,

He thinks he develop a complex,
He thinks he really owes it to himself,
His friends'll all say looking sick and unhealthy
An' then he can in sweet self-neglect

Oh oh yeah...he's

himself up in his room
Shutter the and bolt all the doors,
Wrap himself round in his Street cocoon
painting the ceiling, the walls and the floor,

He's gonna lock up in his room
And he emerges have a new change of style,
He keeps things like it's me and Howard Hughes
You'd watch out for that dangerous smile.

Oh, oh yeah....