Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Musicola

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

we're p
growing up
to musicola

i got inclinations to announce
but no way, if it scan with your accounts
i got spiritual ideology for you
i know it's gotta correspond with the view

we're up
we're p
to musicola

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

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

we're up
growing up
to radio