Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
running everywhere,
Running like chickens in the rain.
mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a lazy
No one thinks 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 take car?
Mine is nearly out of gas and broken down.
Lighter flame and cheap
And wafting in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of falling
Never your diet,
I'd rather stuff our
funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of this
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.
Never the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We him flat and shoot into the sky.
There's a on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting a comet from the other end of space.
Someday (I don't know one)
A pair of little will come
Creeping like a with a creepy little face
And I will spank that monkey, that monkey,
Spank that if it gets out of line.
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll me someday when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside of this place.
The are half the fun
'Cause stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a invitation to
the wrinkles form upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and and all the days that lie between
Hand in hand we'll watch as all the unfold.