Luyện nghe bài hát Black Castles

In the street, they're holes and in the sinks
they're swilling coal-tar, baby. stuck on
poles. waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo-
ga-chew!) Tube claims its fifteenth victim of an
average week. He tripped. A family man no
ambition, meek as plastic tulips. He made it to
53, they wrapped him round a fish and him
in the (Goo-goo-ga-chew.) Tuesday, it rained
glue balls; Wednesday was the smog.
They moved in on the West Side--rubber
on. They torched the whole lot. The people
died; they it off. But still te peepos watch
the top floor of the Euro Tower. Round and
round, 12 hours. Fountains. steak, a waiter with
a bow-tie. Press it, it, and it spits. Oh
Cologne! We smell OK, the safe, we
things underground. The sound we hear is
sweet soul to the tannoy. Chew your gum and
close your eyes and can annoy you.