Luyện nghe bài hát The Safe Way

The hand grips, the left hand slides. The pennies drop,
the glide. It never stops. She worked the line
blind. Folded, pushed, . . . A pirhouette. No thought, no joy,
no regrets. A was hanging from a cord and
every boxes she'd suck her reward and find
her island. But the siren howled. The whip
anda mountain pressed her neck. She'd
switch to frantic, automatic. the decks. Turn on,
tune in--machine was omm. Neon. Flashing
laser was scratching OBEY! No rest, no play.
No time. She the line. The pay was fine.
She'd find her in July and find a rock to
sit on quietly ommmm. The pay was fine. She
the line. She'd find her island in July and
find a rock to sit on humming OBEY . . .