Luyện nghe bài hát M.T.V.â€"Get off the Air

Fun Fun Fun in the chair
Flame up the
Woof the beer
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Hi
I'm your DJ
I always talk I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball everywhere I go

My job is to destroy
What's of your imagination
By you endless doses
Of sugar-coated garbage

So create
Be
Be a at home
And thwack on dial
If we have our way even you will
This is the future of rock and

How far you go
How low will you
To our minds with your sugar-coated swill

turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone
sure nothing's left to the imagination

M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air

See the latest rejects the muppet show
Wag tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on
something I don't like
About a band who smiles
Another tax
For some schmuck who doesn't

M.T.V. Get off the air
And so it was
Our corporate gods
Claimed they rock video
Allowing it to as low in one year
As TV has in 25
"It's the new frontier," say
It's wide open, anything can
But got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a
When you're too god-damn
To real chances.

Graph-paper accountants
Instead of fans
Call all the shots at record companies now

The lowest common rules
Forget
Forget
The dumbest buy the
That's the name of the

But sales are
And no one say why
it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?

M.T.V.Get off the air!
NOW