Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

Strange coming today
I put a dollar in my
And I threw it

Been a time
Since a federal
a jukebox sound
Like a in my mind

To control my
Fix my
Throw my
Like a walks

Now souls
Can't no rhythm
Sorry
Like aerobics

Hybrid
a wooded matchstick
Toxic
And the plastic

are broken
Bones are
Boom-box
a southern accent

Voodoo
tongues
Voices
From the lungs

Give me some
Some get-down
need a good reason
To let rip

Radio's
infected
One by one
I'll you out

God is
defective
One by one
I'll you out

Mr. Microphone
All the damage
Like a laser
a mannequin melt

There's phonin' in
Like unlimited minutes
Going through the
Just to they did it

Treadmill's
Underneath their
So feel like they're going somewhere
But not

So let's put
On the floor
to you
Like a on a chain store

equipment
From a van
a microphone
Like a man

Now fix the
Now break the
a kick drum sound
an S.O.S.

Get a
'Cause it's dark
And the floor's full
But double-parked

phone's dead
Lost in the
One by one
knock you out

Eye of the sun
Is out of its
One by one
I'll you out

One by one
jam is real
That's

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun