Luyện nghe bài hát The Aftertaste Of Paradise

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

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

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

Put your hands in the air like you just care
About anything or
About love, hate, or pain
About football or music, the sun, the and the rain

the after taste of paradise
It pay to advertise
Part one in a two part pack of
A titillating,

fairy tale
By clever men with tails
All the and nothing else
Tom Cruise of Orson Welles

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

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

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

It's my dear Watson
the pistol and the smoke
The Jetsam and The
Are the victims of a cruel and joke

He off his radio
Looked at his
And he thought about
And he thought about lies and he thought

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

All the that's fit to print
In pen and tabloid ink
Tits and arse, bring the birch
Then take the children off to

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

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