Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
running everywhere,
Running decapitated chickens in the rain.
mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a lazy
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 car?
Mine is out of gas and nearly broken down.
Lighter and cheap Bordeaux
And incense in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of falling
mind your diet,
I'd stuff our guts
Making funny on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of this
The are half the fun
'Cause stays in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are with Thimbledrome.
We the dash and turn the motor on.
Never mind the man in
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 the other end of space.
Someday (I don't know one)
A pair of little feet will
Creeping like a monkey a creepy little face
And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey,
Spank that if it gets out of line.
And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey,
And thank 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 my face as I grow old.
Christmastime and Halloween and all the days that lie
Hand in we'll watch as all the years unfold.