Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

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