Luyện nghe bài hát Senses Working Overtime

One, two, three, four,

Hey hey
The are away
There's straw for the
And the can all sleep safely
And all sleep

My, my
The sun is pie
fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep
And all sleep

And all the world is football
It's for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And I've got one, two, three, four,

Senses overtime
Trying to this all in
I've got one, two, three, four,

Senses working
Trying to taste the
'Tween the lemons and
The and pleasure
And the church bells softly

Hey hey
fights day
There's for the thinkers
And the innocents can all live
And all live

My, my
The sky cry
for the thirsty
And the guilty ones can all die
And all die

And all the is biscuit shaped
just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And I've got one, two, three, four,

working overtime
Trying to this all in
I've got one, two, three, four,

Senses working
Trying to the difference
'Tween the lemons and
The pain and
And the church bells softly

And birds might fall black skies
And bullies might give you eyes
And might skid on black ice
But to me it's very beautiful

And all the is football shaped
It's just for me to in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch,
And got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working
Trying to take all in
I've got one, two, three, four,

working overtime
Trying to taste the
'Tween the lemons and
Pain and
And the church softly chime