Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

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

See there's so little left
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 follow the of handclaps.
And just try to my balls
out of the traps, heh.

'Cause I go on live,
all my try to contrive
plots to make my entire
routine a swan dive.

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

The dance that goes with
is called the keep 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 plus a fence.
I trust my instincts
and I my spider-sense.