Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Man

Slow man, man
man

get up and go, man
I know, man, like 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, for a slow woman
Who to slow dance
I'm a slow man, looking for a slow
Who care that I'm old looking

Or got my soul token
Where the fallen land
I Brooklyn like
The of a stranger's hand

Can't my own
I wing it
I it home
Familiarity's the first to go

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

Someone the names
And the
Dates on the
Maybe just fading so fast

That you can't keep up it
Can't it
in the shuffle
Of the Prix hustlers

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

I can't be the of it
My bleed
'Cause they for some answers
And got trampled by the

Of homogeneous types
The
The burn my music
And the parents the books I write

I back to those
Lonely Brooklyn
I was soul searching
Or looking for fights

Each woman had her
The dice didn't roll
All my were odd ones
My problems had type

Snow White didn't
That I'd her
The light
Set off epileptic

I know from wrong
I write these songs
My goals in
Ain't I set my sights on

man
man
man
go

I'm a man
In my slow man
Looking for a slow
Who wants to slow

I'm a man
In my slow man
Looking for a woman
Who don't mind my cooking

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

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

Truth be told, it more
having a picture taken
For you to lose soul