Luyện nghe bài hát Jerusalem On The Jukebox

Jerusalem on the Jukebox, they talk in on Coronation Street
Heaven help the Pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his
A thousand comedians have died for your sins
Jerusalem on the jukebox, angels, beat your wings

At picnics, they chant for Ferraris and furs
Their muscle-tone sharpens but their on reality blurs
You can your cake and eat it and never have to puke up a thing

on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings

In the bathroom mirror, try that Joan of Arc look again
Two Ingrid Bergman, to one part Shirley MacLaine
The of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, your wings

In video-suburbia, the blue light and flames
Ecstasy and holy blackmail are the favorite
And God has the sharpest and the cleanest chin
Jerusalem on the jukebox, angels, beat your wings

The bride checks her hair and her and here comes the groom
What monster comes slouching into your front room
Rudolph Valentino or the curse of the things
Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat wings