Luyện nghe bài hát Third World Think Tank

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