Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone's Dead

Strange ways coming
I put a dollar in my
And I it away

Been a time
a federal dime
Made a jukebox
Like a in my mind

To my worries
Fix my
Throw my
Like a juggernaut

Now souls
Can't no rhythm
Sorry
Like aerobics

Hybrid
a wooded matchstick
Toxic
And the burning

are broken
Bones are
Boom-box
With a southern

Voodoo
tongues
Voices
From the mangled

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

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

God is
Hardware
One by one
I'll you out

Mr. Microphone
All the damage
Like a manifesto
Make a mannequin

people phonin' in
Like it's minutes
Going through the
to savor they did it

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

So let's put
On the warehouse
to you
Like a rope on a store

equipment
From a van
Grab a
Like a man

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

Get a
'Cause it's after
And the dance full
But double-parked

Cell phone's
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