Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
running everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at
I hope that my old lady's like a lazy Jane
No one really I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is stranger more fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go a drive and why don't we take your car?
Mine is out of gas and nearly broken down.
flame and cheap Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of falling
mind your diet,
I'd rather our guts
Making funny 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
in the pilot's seat our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and the motor on.
Never mind the man in
We our own way home.
We crush him and shoot into the sky.
There's a on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a from the other end of space.
Someday (I know which one)
A pair of little will come
Creeping like a monkey with a little 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 thank me 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 to you a special invitation to
Watch the form 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.