Luyện nghe bài hát Penny Dreadful

Forgive me if I'm out of -
new 'music' has no soul.
It may be good for money,
(sadly is not my goal).
Integrity and honesty are that you don't understand,
but you're the best - it says so in the penny in your hand.
I saw you in a magazine,
they're you messiah.
They must be living in a -
they be more wrong.
If we'd played this riff punk
then maybe have had a million seller.
but this piper's is not for sale,
(I'm glad to say I'm not that of fella).
D.J.s, V.J.s, and trollops,
never music - this is bollocks.
I saw you in a magazine,
they're you messiah.
They be living in a dream -
they couldn't be wrong.
Turn on, tune up, in, sell out.
your ground behind the times -
and refuse to fashion.
Write poetry with anger,
(and then sing it a passion).
Painted in a circus - images that spring to mind,
I read my penny dreadful filled with pictures of your kind.
I saw you in a magazine,
they're you messiah.
They must be in a dream -
they couldn't be wrong.
suicide's appealing after
ten years on this streak.
I'd rather be called sour and bitter
than be the flavour of the weak.
I saw you in a magazine,
they're you messiah.
must be living in a dream -
they be more wrong.
Extra, extra, all about it!
I saw you in a magazine,
they're you messiah.
They must be in a dream -
they be more wrong.