Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
People everywhere,
Running like chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a lazy
No one really I'm funny,
Not the way she does
She is stranger more fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go a drive and why don't we take your car?
Mine is out of gas and nearly broken down.
flame and cheap Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and to the sound of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd rather our guts
Making faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of this
The walls are the fun
'Cause stays in its space
in the pilot's seat our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and turn the on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him and shoot into the sky.
a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet from the end of space.
(I don't know which one)
A pair of feet will come
Creeping like a with a creepy little face
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
And thank me someday when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place.
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space.
Allow me to to you a special invitation to
Watch the form upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the days lie between
Hand in hand we'll watch as all the unfold.