Luyện nghe bài hát The Aftertaste Of Paradise

Look ma, top of the
started talking to himself
His ma was
The first of madness, talking to yourself

Alarm should have
going off in his head
As clear as he ignored the S.O.S.
Gave a whistle, made his last request

He tuned into his local commercial radio
And to the spokesman for his generation
Who said, "Put your hands in the air like you just care"

Put your in the air like you just don't care
About or anybody
love, hate, cruelty or pain
About football or music, the sun, the and the rain

It's the after taste of
It pay to advertise
Part one in a two pack of lies
A titillating,

Television tale
By clever men with tails
All the trimmings and nothing
Tom Cruise instead of Orson

We owe you say The Bells
Of Hollywood and Tunbridge
Never mind the feel yourself
Slipping mental health

I thank the that I was blessed
With more than my share of
Because everything is
all done with mirrors and camera tricks

Miles and miles of cheesy
In churches and
feed the cold and needy child
And put an end to

elementary my dear Watson
From the and the smoke
The and The Flotsam
Are the victims of a cruel and joke

He turned off his
at his newspaper
And he thought about
And he thought about lies and he thought

Overcoats and paper
for votes and shit for brains
Fascist boys and girls
From the ashes of a poison

All the news fit to print
In pen and tabloid ink
Tits and arse, back the birch
Then the children off to church

Miles and miles of smiles
In churches and
Won't feed the and needy child
And put an end to

It's elementary my dear
From the and the smoke
The and The Flotsam
Are the victims of a and stupid joke