Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
running 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 Jane
No one really I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is stranger more fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a drive and why we take your car?
Mine is out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and cheap
And wafting in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd rather stuff our
funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of this
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
in the pilot's seat our tanks 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 flat and into the sky.
a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting a comet from the other end of space.
Someday (I don't which one)
A pair of little feet come
Creeping like a monkey with a creepy little
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
Spank monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll thank me someday I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy of this place.
The are half the fun
anarchy stays in its space.
Allow me to to you a special invitation 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.