Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
running everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at
I that my old lady's feeling like a lazy Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is stranger than fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a and why don't we take your car?
Mine is out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and cheap
And wafting in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd rather stuff our
funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and turn the on.
Never mind the man in
We our own way home.
We him flat and shoot into the sky.
a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet the other end of space.
(I don't know which one)
A pair of little feet come
Creeping like a monkey with a little face
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
Spank that if it gets out of line.
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll thank me someday I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place.
The walls are the fun
anarchy stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a invitation to
Watch the wrinkles form upon my face as I old.
Christmastime and and all the days that lie between
Hand in hand watch as all the years unfold.