Luyện nghe bài hát Most People Are DJs

Well, hold Ybor City
You're up to your neck in the sweat and wet
If you to get a little bit light in the heady
It's gonna have to get a bit heavy

jamming jetskis into the jetty now
With some guy who like Rocco Siffredi
And I've heard he's been dead once

going down right now in Lowertown
They're skipping off the good U.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sexuality
Searching for the merchant with the five second

They're slipping soft into their setlist now
They got some new guy that looks just like Lynott
We're stumbling but I think we're in it

a big world, girl, and I can't understand it
We're tiny white in a bright blue planet

I was a ice machine
I kept it in coolers and I drank until I dreamed
And I dream I always dream about the scene
All these kids they look like little lambs up at me

I was a Twin Cities bin
I did everything they'd me
I'd jam it my system

She got me cornered by the
I said I'll do anything but
To some chick who just can't understand
That we're hot soft spots on a hard planet

Baby off your beret
Everyone's a critic and most are DJs
And everything gets

Working backwards from the doctor to the
the packie to the taxi to the cabbie to the club
A thousand kids will fall in love in all clubs tonight
A thousand other kids will end up gushing blood
Two thousand kids get all that much sleep tonight
Two thousand kids still feel pretty sweet tonight
Yeah, and I still feel sweet