Luyện nghe bài hát Plastic Palace People

Over the rooftop Billy
A string to his underwear
Through cobbled stone streets a child
And shouts "Billy, come down there"

"My mother's calling" his whimpers
A clutched in his tiny hand
Not till seen the sky's not lit up
In tears, child try and
Don't pull the string, don't bring me
Don't make me

Plastic people
Sing silent songs, they too long
Their memories just
palace Alice
She her cards tomorrow deals
With despair

Hurry, you've got to get in
Your nose start to shine
And it out and dance about
The eternal life

A of stars surrounds Billy
The night clings to his eyes
A sleeping town square beneath a
A child murmurs a sigh
My weeps, and weaves her hair
worries please, Come down from there

Plastic palace
Through of clay and granite grey
They without a sound
Plastic Alice
Blows gaping to store her fears
her lovers head

Listen, laughing in the halls
They rip your with lies
To eyes you cry for help
Like gods they replies

Over the burns Billy
Balloon the string descends
its way down through blue submarine air
The polka dot
To the trees, in morning square
hanging there, just hanging there