Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
People everywhere,
Running like decapitated in the rain.
mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope my old lady's feeling like a lazy Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is more than fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a drive and why don't we take your
Mine is nearly out of gas and broken down.
Lighter flame and cheap
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of rain
mind your diet,
I'd rather stuff our
Making funny on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy stays in its
Huddled in the seat our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the and turn the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and shoot the sky.
There's a baby on its way because of we do so much,
Shooting like a comet from the end of space.
Someday (I know which one)
A pair of little feet come
Creeping like a monkey with a creepy face
And I will spank that monkey, that monkey,
Spank that if it gets 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 happy inside of this place.
The are half the fun
'Cause stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a special to
Watch the wrinkles form upon my as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the days lie between
Hand in hand we'll watch as all the unfold.