Luyện nghe bài hát Black Castles

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