Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

I walk the quietly,
by day a net.
no strings attached,
to a marionette.

See there's so little time
and yet so much space.
why don't you give me a call later on
so we can base.

I swim across the seas,
and the sounds of handclaps.
And just try to keep my
out of the traps, heh.

before I go on live,
all my try to contrive
plots to make my entire
take a swan dive.

But ain't commercialized
hip hop or pop.
Nah, this the mashed potato.
Uh-Uh,this the windy hop.

The dance that with this
is called the perfectly still.
Before your brain burnt out,
cheap circuitry will.

Lately I've spending almost
all my nights with my full.
Between writing my
and my fights the Man-Wolf.

I'm building a mousetrap
and a wider fence.
'Cause I my instincts
and I my spider-sense.