Luyện nghe bài hát Third World Think Tank

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
up against the bar, well she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as snot her spandex, and than some coal,
she set her gaze upon my bootie, with in her soul.
So for indecision, so quick did she decide,
the with her doors 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 what's left.
The room got kind of quiet, and you smell the fear.
I only heard the jukebox "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister? When's it gonna blow?"
I just winked at her and said, "Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb tickin' in the room, goes someday,
so quick you better be, somewhere where it's safe.
Thin skinned thread-bare thinkin', now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox, just kiss this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel, alone now in the silence?
Pushing up the daisies now, better ways for you to diet.
Seeking after sucker wealth, suckers feel what dealt,
All your life you stuffed your face, now you're I rest my case.
Got a story to tell, so you better 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 nickel a clank,
she was thinkin' Third Think Tank.
The master, the drunkard, and the jerk,
ditch sorry world and all its worth.
Keep your candle burning, for the time,
to explode, the bomb is primed.