Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

I the earth quietly,
by day a net.
With no attached,
to a marionette.

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

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

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

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

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

Lately been spending almost
all my with my hands full.
Between writing my
and my with the Man-Wolf.

I'm building a better
and a wider fence.
'Cause I trust my
and I my spider-sense.