Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
People everywhere,
Running like chickens in the rain.
Never the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a lazy
No one really I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is stranger more fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a drive and why we take your car?
Mine is out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and cheap
And incense in the air
Steal a and listen to the sound of falling rain
mind your diet,
I'd stuff our guts
funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy stays in its
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and turn the on.
Never mind the man in
We our own way home.
We him flat and shoot 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 little will come
like a monkey with a creepy little face
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll thank me someday 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 wrinkles upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and and all the days that lie between
Hand in hand watch as all the years unfold.