Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing Choose

He's a what? He's a what? a newspaper man
And he gets his best from a newspaper stand
his boots to his pants to his comments and his rants
He knows that any article will do

Though he expresses confusion 'bout his part in the plan
And he can't understand that not in command
The decisions underwritten by the in his hand
Bought a sweater for his too

Now I'm no mad man but that's
before famine and more before family
Goes and shows up with more bowls and
and the riot for the last hot meal erupts

Corrupts his hard drive the leanest months
Shells out the hard cash for the sickest
On aftershave, on
He flips the page and the scene

In my mind I'm butterflies
Broken and alibis, that's fine
I've my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollow tone time

Eye on authority, prints a forgery
Boy ain't it crazy what the can do
For community every opportunity
Wasted as the between the flash tattoo

And the half-hearted hologram for the party
Now he gloss full on a deaf dumb tree
Cod liver dollar signs, credit card
Down for the record but not for

Angry young mannequin, apparently
Still to the rhythm better get to the of me
Can't stand the vision, better tongue the
Gold overhead blank transparency

In the days of old you a nut
Now you need three bumps you cut
Not that I care about, nothing I ain't scared of
But I guess, you had to be

In my I'm breeding butterflies
Broken and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my blown to monochrome
heart clicks hollow tone in time

I see you figured in action pose
Foam injected Axl life size
something shake you and you drop the news
Lord just your dancing shoes off mine