Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

[The Lonely
Imagine in your mind a posh club
The stuffy old where the poor get snubbed
The spread is bland sauerkraut and goose
There's no way these people will ever cut

But then I walk in the room, my boombox high
And what happened next, will blow mind

[Julian
Everything got outta
The music was so
got out on the floor
It was a bunch of old white people

[The Island]
Now picture if you a bunch of business men
Stuffed in the boardroom like in a pen
The ties around their necks are like a hangman's
In the of the table there's a boiled goose

The old smell makes you want to puke in the sink
These dudes will never dance, yeah that's you think
I stride in the all young and hip
Hold up my boombox and say to this

Casablancas]
Then started to move
People instead of financing
Your preconceived notions shattered
By these super old white people

[The Lonely
The Big Apple, where never dance
Spirits go while profits expand
The or the dealers, who's got the juice
The street vendors peddling their boiled

So many types of people they'll never get
Till I bust out my and play this song

[Julian
The washed away all their hate
And started advancing
Every demographic was
It was a coalition of daaaancing
!
Everyone was fingerless gloves
!
I saw a Spanish guy the Bartman

Lonely Island]
Transport now to an old folks
Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle
The are stealing, there's no excuse
Everyday for lunch eat boiled goose

So I grabbed my boombox and hit the bass
And happened next was a total disgrace

[Julian
Everybody having sex
The music was way too
A bunch of old fucking like rabbits
It was disgusting to say the
Oh!
A can change the world
You gotta know your limits with a
This was a tale
A is not a toy