Luyện nghe bài hát Why Don'tchya

Set the music
Show of hands, who's me?
I think so
Most of you are in it for the

Sad to see
It's
You to roll in the G's
Now you're suing fans over pennies

You wanna that resentment to your death bed?
I see you got your daily bread

But that enough for you
You the guy who's laid off from his job
to sympathize you

You ain't got no problem paying your
But needs a reverence check
evident
that the to the path of enlightenment
is cheaper than cab fare

But you'll never there (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!)

Why don'tchya start (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!)

How does swinging off the nutsack of Lady Gaga give you credit?
Yeah, I it
I sweat it
But I get it
Do you do it for the or the famies?
Those two ain't in the sentence since the eighties

time is it?
What is it?

Time for small minds to under and out the door
I got magical dreams, what I do this for
I was a scared little kid saved by rock and
There must be millions out in isolation
Who to know
ain't alone

The world today could use a with compassion and care

But you never start (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!)

Why don'tchya start (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!)

Hit it when the is right
Hit it the time is right

(Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!)
(Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!)