Luyện nghe bài hát Third World Think Tank

I walked into the room, and she was right waiting.
Leaning up the bar, well she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as snot her spandex, and than some coal,
she set her gaze upon my bootie, disco in her soul.
So much for indecision, so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you home with me", said the in her eye.
"I like to honey, but I'm about to die."
I have got a bomb, I strapped it to my chest.
When it blows I'm out of here, you can have left.
The room got of quiet, and you could smell the fear.
I only the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister? When's it gonna blow?"
I just at her and said, "Darlin' I don't know."
Time-bomb in the room, everybody goes someday,
blows so you better be, somewhere where it's safe.
Thin skinned thread-bare thinkin', now you're die,
don't try to rock the jukebox, kiss this world good-bye.
What's the deal, don't you feel, alone now in the
Pushing up the daisies now, there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after sucker wealth, feel what suckers dealt,
All your life you stuffed your face, now you're I rest my case.
Got a story here to tell, so you listen well.
some old in a church, got a nickel in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third World Tank.
The master, the drunkard, and the jerk,
ditch this sorry and all its worth.
your candle burning, waiting for the time,
ready to explode, the is primed.