Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Noise (with Pharrell)

Hey now we go let's start the show
Supposed to call me 'Lo
But you can me The Soul Machine
Watch HEEEEYYYY YYEEAAAA See I mean?
Four million of the southern soul flower
But the power that you get from the heart of a being
Only the mind is mechanic the dynamic
When the divine to intervene
Have mercy if I to be heavy
I don't to be heavy
But "Come me," said this last fiend
'Cause the beginning and the ending and the
make 'em move something in between

(Bridge)
It's like I'm standing on my tippy-toes to a star (a star)
Trying to joy in other's jar
And yes by far I'm so further than they are

(Chorus)
Turn the radio on, let the music
If I could I'd dance my away
And if you can't seem to find any to say
Make a joy-ful noise, fifth it's another day

you see me you would know that you saw me
Because he always got on his game and his shoes
Difficult to creating can't wait
But they to see God then great tell 'em the good news
Isn't it ironic how it feels so
But I was only just singing the
I wouldn't my mouth about it at all
If I thought that I was only just the fool
mercy if I seem to be heavy
I don't mean to be
Maybe 'Lo you lighten up
I really if I could
But I really don't think that anybody out enough
And I really think true wealth is and happiness and health
A little cash and you'll nothing else
And as far as me being good, I can't myself

(Chorus)
Turn the on, let the music play
If I could I'd dance my away
And if you seem to find any words to say
Make a joy-ful noise, fifth around another day

So when you really need you some soul
I mean dead serious damn near bout to die bout
Don't be too proud to turn your radio way up
Close your and have fun
I to feel like God was gonna call me too soon
The why I had to have my son
And every time I've ever opened my mouth and said
Bout was to earn my ones
Have if I seem to be heavy
I don't mean to be
Wait I'm almost
And God can work a miracle Look at me
Isn't it obvious that I'm
And I sing I'm happy
And I sing because I'm (I'm free)
And this my own thing yes I agree
But don't you want your kids to grow up to be like me?

(Chorus)
Turn the radio on, let the music
If I could I'd dance my away
And if you can't to find any words to say
Make a joy-ful noise, fifth around another day

scatting till fade