Luyện nghe bài hát Episode Of Blonde

One, two, three,

I spy for the spirit of
All the scandals of each vain
I gossip and I pry and I
If the failure is great it tends to fascinate

A tornado a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
Though she had the attention of warm cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10 pin lane
But nothing could compare that explosion of fame

So you jumped back alarm
Every Elvis has his army, rattlesnake its charm
Can you still me? Am I coming through just fine?
Your memory was buried in a box of pine

Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so
Was there engine red that she left upon your cheek?
It's a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need is another episode of

Revolving like a figure on a music box
Spangled curtain parted and a scene unlocks
Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow
Arms out to everyone, she's giving all she's got

To the gasp of a wounded bandeon
A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan this feeling
Amplified up through a busted
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond

Into the where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards
Half out of the taxi cab the barker my elbow
He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim for St. Elmo

Did her green eyes you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire red that she left upon your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you could counted on
But the thing you need is another episode of blonde

I tried to keep a straight face but you know it pays
He would stare into eyes and then vacation in her gaze
She was a little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble
Now they are both living in a soft bubble

The film contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece stretched his wrist
She couldn't less cast aside

The scent that so repelled him that he swore,
And there's a farewell to mother
That will conclude, loving Son
Oh, your other children not to do as I have done'

Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so
Was there fire engine red that she upon your cheek?
It's such a shame, it's such a shame, shame, shame,
Shame you had to break the heart you could counted on
But the last thing you need, this thing you want
Is another episode of blonde, it's another episode of
Oh it's episode of blonde

So an artist a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
And names the "Christ's Last Exit into Purgatory"
secret messages from an alien intelligence
And paying off his stalker it's a expense

So paste up pictures of those shrill and girls with puckered lips
a trophy on your arm a magnet for your money clip
The moral of story is the sorry tale to say
They're pieced with links of chains so they can run away