Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a in my pocket
And I threw it
a long time
Since a federal
a jukebox sound
Like a in my mind
my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a juggernaut
Now souls
feel no rhythm
Sorry
Like victims
Hybrid
Light a wooded
fumes and the
Burning
are broken
Bones are
Boombox
With a accent
curses
Bible
comin'
From the mangled
Give me grits
get-down shit
Don't need a good
To let rip

cold
Soul is
One by one
knock you out
God is
Hardware
One by one
knock you out

Mr. Microphone
All the felt
Like a manifesto
a mannequin melt
There's people in
Like unlimited minutes
Going the motions
Just to say that did it
running
Underneath their
So feel like they're going somewhere
But not
So put boots
On the warehouse
to you
Like a rope on a
equipment
From a van
Grab a
Like a man
Now fix the
Now the rest
Make a kick drum
an S.O.S.
Get a
Cause it's dark
And the dance full
But double-parked!

Cell dead
Lost in the
One by one
knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of the
One by one
I'll you out
One by one

This is real... that's right

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun