Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
People everywhere,
Running like chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at
I hope that my old lady's feeling a lazy Jane
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 don't we take car?
is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter and cheap Bordeaux
And incense in the air
a kiss and listen to the sound of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd stuff our guts
Making faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are filled Thimbledrome.
We check the and turn the motor on.
Never the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and into the sky.
There's a baby on its way because of we do so much,
Shooting like a from the other end of space.
(I don't know which one)
A pair of little will come
Creeping a monkey with a creepy little face
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it 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 we're happy inside of 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.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the that lie between
Hand in hand we'll as all the years unfold.