Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
running everywhere,
Running like chickens in the rain.
Never the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope my old lady's feeling like a lazy Jane
No one really I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is stranger 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 cheap
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 are half the fun
'Cause stays in its space
Huddled in the pilot's our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and into the sky.
There's a baby on its way of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet from the end of space.
(I don't know which one)
A pair of little feet will
Creeping like a monkey a creepy little face
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
Spank monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
And he'll thank me when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place.
The are half the fun
anarchy stays in its space.
Allow me to to you a special invitation to
Watch the form upon my face as I grow old.
and Halloween and all the days that lie between
Hand in we'll watch as all the years unfold.