Luyện nghe bài hát Black Castles

In the street, they're holes and in the sinks
they're coal-tar, baby. Feathers stuck on
poles. waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo-
ga-chew!) Tube train claims its victim of an
week. He tripped. A family man with no
ambition, meek as plastic tulips. He made it to
53, they wrapped him round a fish and him
in the stew (Goo-goo-ga-chew.) Tuesday, it
glue Wednesday morning was the smog.
moved in on the West Side--rubber masks
on. They torched the damn lot. The people
died; they fenced it off. But te peepos watch
from the top of the Euro Tower. Round and
round, 12 hours. Fountains. Fillet steak, a with
a bow-tie. it, squeeze it, and it spits. Oh
Cologne! We OK, the O-Zone's safe, we
keep underground. The sound we hear is
sweet soul music to the tannoy. your gum and
close eyes and nothing can annoy you.