Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
running everywhere,
Running like chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather at home
I hope that my old feeling like a lazy Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is stranger 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.
flame and cheap Bordeaux
And wafting in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd rather our guts
Making funny faces on the
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside of this 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 and turn the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and into the sky.
There's a on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting a comet from the other end of space.
Someday (I don't know one)
A pair of little will 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 that monkey, that monkey,
And he'll me someday when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of place.
The walls are the fun
'Cause stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a special to
Watch the wrinkles form my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and and all the days that lie between
Hand in hand we'll watch as all the unfold.