Luyện nghe bài hát Newspapers

I work for the
Any is I always say
But I write no daily column
Talk is and so's my pay
And when my work day's
I pocket five or ten tray
And then I it up again at five a.m.
I stack 'em up just to throw 'em
Now lately been thinkin'
What would the world do the news?
You wouldn't know when wars were
Or when they ended, win or
probably be a much better world
But the would be, whose?
And what side you're on and who's right or
You'd never to choose
Sometimes lat at
I can see the streets no one else can
a lot of things going on here
That newspapers don't understand
Some people got too money
rob with a gun or a ballpoint pen
Maybe I'll get me a big black
And then they'll be from me
over their shoulder for me
What's in the back pages
Was on the front yesterday
And old news dies
No, say it just fades away
Crime and murder, business and
And international
It's all the same, someone to blame
It's in black and white