Luyện nghe bài hát Turntable

Yeah, gonna go, go get it
run, run, set it
In wise hidden realm
Oh, everybody knows, it's fucking
And there's no about it

Hey, it's not the style, nor a
It's the best of love and
Oh, on, everybody, let's get together
I appall the backdrop of

Well, there's no food on the table
Well, what was strong, no able
And an open mind, no stable
And it spins a DJ's turntable

A eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in
Well, an inch, a billion colors
The entire contrast light

Oh, it ain't right, another
Well, all of it's so clear
With my passion on a stud, I through
I walked the vicious ones
And I really don't

Well, there's no food on the table
And what was strong, no longer
And an open mind, no stable
And it spins like a DJ's

My mind has a hard time
(Hard time)
Getting this trust
Passive resistance, your
You're the one smoking

It ain't a style, nor a
It's the best of our and hate
(Love and hate)
Come on, everybody, let's get
I appall the of hate

Well, there's no more on the table
I once was strong, no able
And an open mind, no longer
And it spins like a DJ's

Well, ya spin like a DJ's
Well, ya like a DJ's turntable
Well, ya spin a DJ's turntable