Luyện nghe bài hát Thimbledrome

What's the Who cares?
People 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 thinks I'm funny,
Not the way that she
She is stranger 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
Steal a kiss and to the sound of falling rain
Never mind diet,
I'd rather 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
anarchy stays in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and the motor on.
mind the man in orange;
We our own way home.
We him flat and shoot into the sky.
There's a on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting a comet from the other end of space.
Someday (I don't know one)
A pair of little will come
like a monkey with a creepy little face
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will that monkey, spank that monkey,
And thank me someday when I'm seventy-nine.
We run, we run, we run
And happy inside of this place.
The are half the fun
'Cause stays in its space.
Allow me to extend to you a special to
the wrinkles 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.