Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
People everywhere,
Running like decapitated in the rain.
Never the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling a lazy Jane
No one thinks I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is stranger than fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go a drive and why don't we take your car?
is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter and cheap Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a and listen to the sound of falling rain
Never your diet,
I'd stuff our guts
Making funny on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of place
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the seat our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and turn the on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We crush him and shoot into the sky.
There's a baby on its way of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet the other end of space.
Someday (I don't which one)
A pair of feet will come
Creeping like a monkey with a little face
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that if it gets out of line.
And I will spank that monkey, that monkey,
And he'll thank me someday I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place.
The walls are the fun
anarchy stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a invitation to
Watch the wrinkles upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and and all the days that lie between
Hand in we'll watch as all the years unfold.