Luyện nghe bài hát Desperate Journalist

Hey mister a
A for salad
Is by my friend
In

He long words
Like semiotics and
But I

Enigma and

The go rampant on insignificant symbolism
And this with rude soulless obliqueness

Everything's coming to a halt
I use long words

It's all clever
All this childish fiddling about aims for the anti-image
But it naturally the perfectly malleable image

enigma
Of the
They try to

But the Cure
They're just trying to sell us
Their product is more than most
This is perhaps part of

But it seems more their naivity

coming to a grinding halt
Everything's to a grinding halt
coming to a grinding halt

Note how songs what are made of (?)
and marshes
Tawdry
Inane
Dull dull epigrams
Sometimes they like an avant-garde John Otway
Or an spirit

Toy
Sprightly
Limited riff

the sheet out of my favorite book

People forget the penman
It's just that in 1979 shouldn't be allowed to get away with
things this

I say.