Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Phone's Dead

Strange coming today
I put a dollar in my
And I it away
Been a time
Since a dime
Made a jukebox
Like a mirror in my
Control my
Fix my
my hopes
Like a walks
Now souls
Can't feel no
entertainers
Like aerobics
people
Light a matchstick
fumes and the
Burning
Beats are
are spastic
Boombox
With a southern
curses
Bible
comin'
From the mangled
Give me grits
get-down shit
Don't a good reason
To let rip

cold
Soul is
One by one
I'll you out
God is
defective
One by one
I'll you out

Mr. Microphone
All the felt
a laser manifesto
Make a melt
There's phonin' in
Like it's minutes
Going the motions
Just to say they did it
Treadmill's
Underneath their
So they feel like they're somewhere
But not
So let's put
On the warehouse
to you
Like a rope on a
Throwing
From a van
Grab a
Like a man
Now fix the
Now the rest
a kick drum sound
an S.O.S.
Get a
Cause it's after
And the floor's full
But double-parked!

Cell phone's
in the desert
One by one
I'll you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of the
One by one
knock you out
One by one

This is real... that's right

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