Luyện nghe bài hát Dance Floor Metaphor

Something falls on the
I see a silhouette
And in the distance, I him cry
As he fell deeper, into
(laughing)

Dull is life a poets vice
Pretty, pretty girls and a of lies
Making something of turn
an empty corridor
Smoking guns and
Never given what you
Scrap the simple games you
And take to the floor

Take back, take back your
hard, muscles bent in agony
Playing out personal tragedy
back, take back the dancefloor

What's it
life is shallow and the living's fast
Making love for things that'll last
Forget your heart, forget past
And inside the moment
When tv's ugly and the sentiments
And are living outside of sleep
You can trust your heart to make you
And break down fear of safety

Take back, take back memory
hard, muscles bent in agony
Playing out personal tragedy
Take back, take back the

Project your heart, project soul
Use your body, control
(repeat 3x)

When make it crisp, much sharper to see
the spaces hidden inbetween
The faces are all I need
To make my faster
Laying claim in a crowded
To the sounds of buzzcut zoo
Ask if you fail
But the floor for me

Take back, take back memory
Hitting hard, muscles in agony
Playing out personal tragedy
Take back, back the dancefloor
(repeat)

Project your heart, your soul
Use your body, take
(repeat 3x)

(it's disco)