Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
People everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens 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 she does
She is stranger than fiction,
definition.
Why we go take a drive and why don't we take your car?
is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of rain
Never your diet,
I'd rather our guts
Making funny on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the and turn the motor on.
Never mind the man in
We our own way home.
We crush him and shoot into the sky.
There's a on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet from the end of space.
Someday (I don't which one)
A of little feet will come
Creeping like a monkey with a little face
And I spank that monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it 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 happy of this place.
The walls are 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 we'll watch as all the years unfold.