Luyện nghe bài hát No More Gigs

In a smoke-filled
"How's it then?" (Hahaha)
not going at all
We got no gigs
You always knew it be better
But you never it would end
It happens cos of other people
All the that that they spend
On Bowie LPs

When I told her we were
She a cigarette and sighed
"One fag before we go home"
She she loved me then she died
It happen like this

So you get what you pay for
But the end is always the same
You everything you always wanted
Because you caouldn't to pay
All the smoke-filled contains
Dejected people no aims
A of gin, a packet of cgs
Sing, brother, sing, we got no more

Sing, brother, sing, we got no gigs
it really matter?
Do you care?