Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

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