Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

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