Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
running everywhere,
Running like decapitated in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd 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 we take your car?
Mine is nearly out of gas and broken down.
Lighter flame and Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of falling
mind your diet,
I'd rather stuff our
Making funny faces on the
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy stays in its
Huddled in the pilot's our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the and turn the motor on.
Never mind the man in
We our own way home.
We him flat and shoot into the sky.
There's a baby on its way because of we do so much,
Shooting a comet from the other end of space.
Someday (I don't know one)
A pair of little feet come
Creeping like a monkey a creepy little face
And I spank that monkey, spank that monkey,
that monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
And he'll thank me someday I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside of this place.
The walls are the fun
'Cause stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a invitation to
Watch the wrinkles form upon my as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the that lie between
in hand we'll watch as all the years unfold.