Luyện nghe bài hát The Aftertaste Of Paradise

Look ma, top of the
He'd talking to himself
His ma was
The first of madness, talking to yourself

Alarm should have
Been off in his head
As as crystal he ignored the S.O.S.
Gave a little whistle, his last request

He tuned his local commercial radio station
And to the spokesman for his generation
Who said, "Put your hands in the air like you don't care"

Put hands in the air like you just don't care
About anything or
About love, hate, cruelty or
About football or music, the sun, the wind and the

It's the after of paradise
It doesn't pay to
Part one in a two pack of lies
A titillating,

fairy tale
By clever men with pony
All the and nothing else
Tom instead of Orson Welles

We owe you say The Bells
Of Hollywood and Wells
Never the quality feel yourself
into mental health

I the Lord that I was blessed
With more than my share of
everything is fixed
It's all done with and camera tricks

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

It's elementary my Watson
From the pistol and the
The Jetsam and The
Are the victims of a cruel and stupid

He off his radio
at his newspaper
And he thought truth
And he thought lies and he thought about

and paper planes
Homes for votes and shit for
Fascist boys and girls
From the of a poison world

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

and miles of cheesy smiles
In and cathedrals
Won't feed the cold and needy
And put an end to

elementary my dear Watson
From the pistol and the
The and The Flotsam
Are the victims of a cruel and stupid