Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
People everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd stay at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is more than fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a drive and why don't we take car?
Mine is out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and Bordeaux
And wafting in the air
Steal a and listen to the sound of falling rain
mind your diet,
I'd rather our guts
Making funny faces on the
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause stays in its space
in the pilot's seat our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and the motor on.
Never mind the man in
We our own way home.
We crush him and shoot into the sky.
There's a on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a from the other end of space.
Someday (I know which one)
A pair of feet will come
Creeping like a with a creepy little face
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
Spank that if it gets out of line.
And I spank that monkey, spank that monkey,
And thank me someday when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of place.
The are half the fun
anarchy stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a invitation to
Watch the form upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the that lie between
Hand in hand watch as all the years unfold.