Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
People everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at
I hope that my old feeling like a lazy Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is more than fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a drive and why don't we take your
is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter and cheap Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and to the sound of falling rain
Never your diet,
I'd rather stuff our
funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are filled 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.
a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a from the other end of space.
Someday (I don't which one)
A pair of feet will come
Creeping like a with a creepy little face
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
that monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll thank me when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of place.
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space.
Allow me to to you a special invitation to
Watch the wrinkles form my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and and all the days that lie between
Hand in hand we'll as all the years unfold.