Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
running everywhere,
Running like decapitated in the rain.
mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope that my old feeling like 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?
is nearly 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
mind your diet,
I'd rather our guts
funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy stays in its
Huddled in the pilot's seat our are filled with Thimbledrome.
We the dash and turn the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and shoot the sky.
a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet the other end of space.
Someday (I know which one)
A of little feet will come
Creeping a monkey with a creepy little face
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
that monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will spank that monkey, that monkey,
And he'll thank me when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside of this place.
The walls are the fun
anarchy stays in its space.
Allow me to to you a special invitation to
Watch the wrinkles upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the that lie between
Hand in we'll watch as all the years unfold.