Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

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

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

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

'Cause I go on live,
all my try to contrive
plots to 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 dance that goes this
is called the keep still.
your brain becomes burnt out,
like cheap will.

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

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