Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
People everywhere,
Running like chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is stranger more fiction,
definition.
Why we go take a drive and why don't we take your car?
Mine is nearly out of gas and broken down.
Lighter flame and Bordeaux
And wafting in the air
a kiss and listen to the sound of falling rain
Never your diet,
I'd stuff our guts
Making faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside of this place
The are half the fun
'Cause anarchy stays in its
Huddled in the seat our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and turn the on.
Never the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and shoot 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 which one)
A pair of feet will come
Creeping a monkey with a creepy little face
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
that monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll thank me someday 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 invitation to
the wrinkles form upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the days lie between
in hand we'll watch as all the years unfold.