Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Wall Of Voodoo Blues Pt.1

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Didn't no MTV,
want no VH-1
Was a time so ago
Yeah, we had punk-rock fun
Made a big noise
For all the girls and
It was
Now two are gone to
Yeah, I was in an space
There across the
an alley, dirty stairs,
And a basement
Brendan ran The
He drums, we drank a lot
We playing underground
People started round
round.
Mark played his guitar
And I clawed at the keys
Little brother Bruce up one day
And now three
I had this box
That I got from Bear
And Joe and Chas on to play
And we music night and day
and day.
Hey, the was growin' out
everwhere
Old hippies, beatniks, glam-rock
Goin' punk rockcut hair
One we played The Whiskey
Miss Ivy and Mister Lux
Backstage the man approached
Yeah, we thought we had hit the
Big bucks.
So we put out a EP
Jim was our engineer
And when it got on the radio
We could not our ears
it was.
So we went out on the
Started near and far
in that beat-up van
Or two or three old
everywhere.
Then the sharks up and circled
A big for Sting
Said here, boys, you'll all be stars
We'll go for brass ring
The contract was like a
Two hundred long
We signed there on that dotted
Just a dollar for each
a dollar.
Things started gettin'
the band and me and Marc
We did methedrine a lot
And drank that Sark
Richard Mazda came the UK
Helped us to record in a new way
One weekend, song fell out
The single they talk about
We a video
With Frank behind the lens
Day in Mexico,
Lots of beans 'n 'n friends
But all was gonna
Hey, how are chumps us to know
We off on that tour so long
And played and sang our song.
Oh-woah.
Now, it like that old voodoo dog we had
Was payin' for its
We lost control of our own
To the company
Yeah, I guess we it big time
Business got us
We played a show for grand
And the manager took cent
goddamn cent.
Yeah, things got worse, and pretty
It was for me to go
I did my to patch it up
But we all just big assholes
So, if you make a band,
Get ready for a good
let weasels, sharks, and fiends, and creeps
Force you to
Uh-huh.
want no MTV,
Didn't want no
Was a time so ago
Yeah, we had punk-rock fun
a great big noise
For all the girls and
It was
Now two are to heaven