Luyện nghe bài hát Newspapers

I work for the
Any news is I say
But I don't write no daily
is cheap and so's my pay
And when my work over
I pocket or ten frome tray
And I start it up again at five a.m.
I stack 'em up just to throw 'em
Now lately I've thinkin'
What would the do without the news?
You wouldn't know when wars started
Or when ended, win or lose
It'd probably be a better world
But the would be, whose?
And what you're on and who's right or wrong
You'd have to choose
Sometimes lat at
I can see the streets no one else can
There's a lot of things on here
That even newspapers don't
Some got too much money
Some rob with a gun or a pen
Maybe I'll get me a big cape
And then they'll be runnin' me
over their shoulder for me
What's buried in the back
Was on the front just
And old news dies
No, say it just fades away
Crime and murder, business and
And strife
all the same, find someone to blame
It's there in and white