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 five or ten frome tray
And I start it up again at five a.m.
I stack 'em up to throw 'em away
Now lately been thinkin'
What would the world do the news?
You wouldn't know when were started
Or when they ended, win or
It'd probably be a better world
But the question would be,
And what side you're on and who's right or
never have to choose
Sometimes lat at
I can see the streets like no one can
There's a lot of things going on
That even newspapers don't
Some people got too much
Some rob a gun or a ballpoint pen
Maybe I'll get me a big cape
And then be runnin' from me
Lookin' over their for me
What's buried in the back
Was on the front just
And old news dies
No, they say it fades away
and murder, business and politics
And international
It's all the same, someone to blame
It's in black and white