Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
People everywhere,
Running like decapitated in the rain.
mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope my old lady's feeling like a lazy Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is stranger than fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a drive and why don't we take car?
is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and cheap
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and to the sound of falling rain
mind your diet,
I'd stuff our guts
funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our are filled with Thimbledrome.
We the dash and turn the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
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 like a from the other end of space.
(I don't know which one)
A pair of little feet will
Creeping like a monkey a creepy little face
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it out of line.
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll thank me when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside 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 as I grow old.
Christmastime and and all the days that lie between
in hand we'll watch as all the years unfold.