Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
running everywhere,
Running like decapitated in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a lazy
No one thinks 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?
is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and cheap
And wafting 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 of this place
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are with Thimbledrome.
We check the and turn the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and into the sky.
a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting a comet from the other end of space.
Someday (I don't know one)
A pair of feet will come
Creeping like a with a creepy little face
And I will spank that monkey, that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it out of line.
And I will spank that monkey, that monkey,
And he'll me someday when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're inside of this place.
The are half the fun
'Cause stays in its space.
Allow me to to you a special invitation to
the wrinkles form upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the days that lie
Hand in we'll watch as all the years unfold.