Luyện nghe bài hát Put on a Record

[Hook] {Old vocals
"Think I'll put on a record"

Put on a
Think put on a record
Think I'll put on a
Let it again, again, again, again
Then
Put on a
Think put on a record
Think I'll put on a
the end, the end, the end, the end, the end.
1]
Think I'ma put on a record, reckon you wanna
I'm a wrecking ball, wreck a site recollect the
CD's, put it in your deck and drive
Jeopardise freedom, not be a second time
Petrified as the pressure rise like the petrol
I'm the in line like Bin Laden's fifty second wife
Step the mind, mine so electrifying
Check the time, biters quicker than insecticide
A Dr Jekyll hiding behind the of Hyde
Can't turn a blind eye Alqueda buying dynamite
Still write, still tryna find the time
When you sign the line - meet more dicks than a virgina's
A silent night, when I recite a my lips bleed
The darkest in my family Lionel Richie
A nineteen sixty melody
the sick from the cemetery, the only remedy is.

Hear the DJ spin the
Come back around like a lap
Never would you wanna get sick of
Rewind shit, yep bring it back
Hear the DJ the track
A diplomat
back, drink gin or Jacks
Rewind that and bring it back

Just let it play, feel through your vertebrae
to stay the highest like you were Brazil's murder rate
Exterminate all you nerd and sherminators
Percolated coffee, rock at night in nocturnal age
Turn the page unpaid, I'm paid in paper clips
The of being played while I'm praying to the plagiarist
The razor blade blood
quicker than Darth Vadar did to his own son
Run with hunger like goldilocks holding the
And me and rap we rap together Holden and Brock, what?
It's the music, it makes your mood with the wind
Quicker than a little you with some voodoo
So we

3]
Imprisoned in song's composition
A vision with listen the listener can picture
a situation, over rated/over played like Neighbours
play then lead off the stage like Ray is (BOOOOOO)
Everyday the same play, the the shit on TV
What yah gonna watch you're lost in Simpsons
deep in monkey see, monkey do
Now we up to the month of June, up with you? Nothing new
time is short, fuck it man what's mine is yours
Wise words from a dinosaur, still feels like ninety
Vinyl forces out all the memories you in
of the storm given life to Jim Morrison
Coroners report dead walking the corodor
A common law Mortar Graphic Tomahawk
If a graffers bombing or running from an under cover's
When home there's nothing that you want more than


[Hook]
"Put on a
Think I'll fix some dinner
Frozen egg rolls or from a can"