Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Man

Slow man, man
man

get up and go, man
I know, man, it's I'm half of a whole man
Gotta get back on the
it

get up and go
get up and go
get up and go
it

Go, get up and go
get up and go
So go

Slow man, looking for a slow
Who to slow dance
I'm a slow man, looking for a slow
Who don't that I'm old looking

Or got my soul token
the fallen angels land
I know Brooklyn
The back of a stranger's

recognize my own
I wing it
I it home
Familiarity's the thing to go

thing you know
There's a photo that you're at
And you can't place
The that is staring back

Someone erased the
And the
on the back
Maybe they're just so fast

That you can't up with it
Can't it
Lost in the
Of the Prix hustlers

If you can't keep up to
With the ship
And can't the heat
Then man needs the oven mitts

I can't be the of it
My hands
'Cause they reached for some
And got by the stampede

Of know-it-all homogeneous
The
The kids burn my
And the parents the books I write

I back to those
Brooklyn nights
I was either searching
Or just for fights

Each had her price
The dice didn't right
All my jobs were odd
My problems had type

Snow didn't expect
I'd leave her
The strobe
Set off epileptic

I know right from
When I write these
My in life
Ain't what I set my on

man
man
man
go

I'm a man
In my man stance
for a slow woman
Who wants to dance

I'm a man
In my man stance
Looking for a woman
Who don't mind my home

I'm no good I'm a bad, bad man
I'm gonna so slow
That it appears to be my last
But I'm a bad, bad man
I'm gonna dance so
That it appears to be a

And I'm a bad, bad man
I'm gonna dance so
it appears to be my last stand
But I'm a bad, bad man
And I'm gonna so slow
That it looks like a

Truth be told, it takes
Than having a picture
For you to your soul