Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a dollar in my
And I threw it

Been a long
a federal dime
Made a jukebox
Like a in my mind

To my worries
Fix my
my hopes
Like a walks

Now let-down
feel no rhythm
Sorry
aerobics victims

Hybrid
Light a matchstick
fumes
And the plastic

Beats are
are spastic
Boom-box
With a accent

curses
Bible
comin'
From the mangled

Give me some
Some get-down
need a good reason
To let rip

Radio's
infected
One by one
I'll you out

God is
defective
One by one
I'll you out

Mr. Microphone
All the damage
a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin

There's people in
it's unlimited minutes
Going the motions
to savor they did it

Treadmill's
Underneath feet
So they feel they're going somewhere
But not

So put boots
On the warehouse
to you
Like a on a chain store

equipment
From a van
Grab a
a utility man

Now fix the
Now the rest
Make a kick drum
an S.O.S.

Get a
'Cause after dark
And the dance full
But double-parked

Cell phone's
in the desert
One by one
I'll you out

Eye of the sun
Is out of its
One by one
knock you out

One by one
This jam is
That's

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