Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
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 like a lazy
No one really I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is more than fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a drive and why don't we your car?
Mine is nearly out of gas and broken down.
Lighter flame and Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a and listen to the sound of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd rather our guts
funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place
The walls are the fun
anarchy stays in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are with Thimbledrome.
We check the and turn the motor on.
Never the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him and shoot 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 monkey a creepy little face
And I will spank that monkey, that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it out of line.
And I will spank monkey, spank that 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 anarchy in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a special to
Watch the wrinkles upon my face as I grow old.
and Halloween and all the days that lie between
Hand in hand we'll watch as all the unfold.