Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
running everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens in the rain.
Never the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope that my old feeling like 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 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 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 inside of place
The are half the fun
anarchy stays in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and the motor on.
Never mind the man in
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.
Someday (I 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 monkey if it out of line.
And I will spank 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
anarchy stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a special to
Watch the wrinkles form upon my face as I old.
Christmastime and and all the days that lie between
Hand in hand we'll watch as all the unfold.