Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

[The Island]
in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where the poor get
The spread is sauerkraut and boiled goose
There's no way these people will cut loose

But I walk in the room, hold my boombox high
And what next, will blow your mind

[Julian
got outta control
The music was so
got out on the floor
It was a bunch of old white dancing

[The Lonely
Now if you will a bunch of business men
Stuffed in the boardroom pigs in a pen
The ties around their necks are like a hangman's
In the middle of the table a boiled goose

The old smell makes you want to puke in the sink
These dudes will dance, yeah that's what you think
I stride in the room all and hip
Hold up my boombox and say to this

Casablancas]
Then everyone started to
People rejoiced of financing
Your notions were shattered
By super old white people dancing

[The Lonely
The Big Apple, where people dance
Spirits go down profits expand
The cops or the dealers, got the juice
The street vendors peddling their boiled

So many of people they'll never get along
Till I bust out my boombox and play song

[Julian
The music washed away all their
And society advancing
Every demographic was
It was a coalition of daaaancing
!
Everyone was wearing gloves
!
I saw a Spanish guy the Bartman

[The Island]
Transport now to an old folks
Where the elderly are on their brittle bones
The are stealing, there's no excuse
Everyday for they eat boiled goose

So I grabbed my and hit the turbo bass
And what happened next was a disgrace

[Julian
Everybody started sex
The music was way too
A bunch of old people fucking like
It was to say the least
Oh!
A can change the world
You gotta your limits with a boombox
was a cautionary tale
A is not a toy