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 so long ago
Yeah, we had punk-rock fun
a great big noise
For all the girls and
It was
Now two are gone to
Yeah, I was in an space
There the street
Down an alley, stairs,
And a basement
ran The Masque
He drums, we drank a lot
We playing underground
People comin' round
round.
Mark played his guitar
And I clawed there at the
Little brother showed up one day
And now three
I had rhythm box
That I got from Bear
And Joe and jumped on to play
And we music night and day
and day.
Hey, the was growin' out
everwhere
Old hippies, beatniks, kids
Goin' punk their hair
One night we The Whiskey
With Ivy and Mister Lux
Backstage the record man
Yeah, we thought we had hit the
Big bucks.
So we put out a EP
Jim Hill was our
And it got played on the radio
We could not believe our
it was.
So we went out on the
Started near and far
Drivin' in beat-up van
Or two or old cars
everywhere.
Then the sharks showed up and
A big for Sting
Said here, boys, you'll all be stars
We'll go for that ring
The was like a book
Two hundred pages
We signed on that dotted line
Just a for each song
a dollar.
Things started wild
With the band and me and
We did that a lot
And drank that Cutty
Richard came from the UK
Helped us to record in a new way
One weekend, Marc's fell out
The single still 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 like us to
We took off on tour so long
And played and our radio song.
Oh-woah.
Now, it like that old voodoo dog we had
Was for its fees
We lost control of our own
To the company
Yeah, I guess we it big time
Business got us
We a show for fourty grand
And the manager every cent
Every cent.
Yeah, things got worse, and pretty
It was for me to go
I did my best to it up
But we were all big assholes
So, if you wanna a band,
Get ready for a ride
Don't let weasels, sharks, and fiends, and
you to comprimise
Uh-huh.
Didn't no MTV,
want no VH-1
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