Luyện nghe bài hát Senses Working Overtime

Hey, hey, the clouds are
There's for the donkeys
And the innocents can all sleep
All sleep

My, my, sun is pie
fodder for the cannons
And the ones can all sleep safely
All sleep

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

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

working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a
Pain and and the church bells softly chime

Hey hey, night day
food for the thinkers
And the innocents can all live
All slowly

My, my, the sky cry
for the thirsty
And the guilty one's can all die
All die

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

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

Senses overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a
Pain and pleasure and the church bells chime

And birds might from black skies
And bullies might you black eyes
And might skid on black ice
But to me it's very, very
(England's glory!)

(A beauty!)

And all the is football-shaped
just 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
got one, two, three, four, five

Senses overtime
Trying to the difference 'tween the goods and grime
and treasure and there's one, two, three, four, five

Senses working
Trying to this all in
got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working
Trying to taste the 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and and the church bells softly chime