Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Musicola

black man with black plasticised imagination
more fodder for the new lost
i got a question to you to the nearest closet
why can't you let us do it like JONI it
there you go again, giving it very best
trying so to make it sound like all thee rest
and as your factory sanctifies wooden soul
you gave us T.V. dinners, now T.V. rock 'n' roll

we're p
growing up
to musicola

i got political to announce
but no way, if it doesn't scan with accounts
i got some ideology for you
i know gotta correspond with the corporation view

growing up
we're p
to radio

you can find it in the
you can find it in the
you can find it where the ladies wash hands
it emanates from littleboxes on the and it'll
soon be in disposable tin cans

my soul shows art to me, but says my radio
wall liquid lunches showing us the way to go
why this numismatical polity?
there isn't any way, there isn't any other way, more's the pity

growing up
we're up
to musicola