Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the matter? Who
running everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I'd stay at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling a lazy Jane
No one really I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is stranger more fiction,
definition.
Why don't we go take a and why don't we take your car?
Mine is out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter flame and Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd rather our guts
Making funny faces on the
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are filled Thimbledrome.
We check the and turn the motor on.
Never mind the man in
We our own way home.
We crush him flat and into the sky.
a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a from the other end of space.
(I don't know which one)
A pair of little feet come
Creeping like a monkey a creepy little face
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that if it gets out of line.
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll me someday when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of place.
The walls are the fun
'Cause anarchy in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a special to
Watch the form upon my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the that lie between
Hand in hand watch as all the years unfold.