Luyện nghe bài hát The Rules

Legs scream at bikes and bikes at trucks
And motorists their lousy luck
Crossing guard's not his job
And traffic's not about to for the first causality

Of though it's the rules, the rules

Super bent on the cover of Time
The moralist screams he's all
So the isn't doing her job the vacuum night
The darkest rites the quarantined thoughts

It's the rules, it's the

Salesman says this vacuum's it
Could suck an ancient virus the sea
It put the dog out of a job
make the traffic stop so little thoughts can safely get across

It's the rules, it's the
Guaranteed or not the rules