Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
People everywhere,
Running like chickens in the rain.
Never the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I that my old lady's feeling like a lazy Jane
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 don't we take your
Mine is nearly out of gas and nearly down.
flame and cheap Bordeaux
And wafting in the air
a kiss and listen to the sound of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd rather stuff our
Making funny faces on the
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause stays in its space
Huddled in the pilot's our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him 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.
Someday (I don't know one)
A pair of feet will come
Creeping like a monkey with a creepy face
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
that monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will spank that monkey, spank 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 anarchy in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a invitation to
Watch the wrinkles upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the that lie between
Hand in hand we'll watch as all the unfold.