Luyện nghe bài hát Most People Are DJs

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

They're jamming into the jetty now
With some guy who looks like Rocco
And heard he's been dead once already

It's down right now in Lowertown
They're skipping off the ship U.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sexuality
Searching for the merchant with the second delivery

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

It's a big world, girl, and I understand it
We're tiny white specks in a blue planet

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

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

She got me by the kitchen
I I'll do anything but listen
To some weird-talking chick who can't understand
That we're hot soft spots on a rock planet

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

Working backwards from the doctor to the
From the packie to the taxi to the to the club
A thousand kids fall in love in all these clubs tonight
A thousand kids will end up gushing blood tonight
Two thousand kids won't get all that much tonight
Two thousand kids still feel pretty sweet tonight
Yeah, and I still feel pretty