Luyện nghe bài hát The Aftertaste Of Paradise

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

bells should have
Been going off in his
As as crystal he ignored the S.O.S.
a little whistle, made his last request

He tuned into his commercial radio station
And listened to the spokesman for his
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 or music, the sun, the wind and the rain

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

Television fairy
By men with pony tails
All the trimmings and else
Tom instead of Orson Welles

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

I the Lord that I was blessed
more than my share of bitterness
Because is fixed
It's all with mirrors and camera tricks

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

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

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

Overcoats and planes
Homes for and shit for brains
Fascist boys and girls
From the ashes of a poison

All the news fit to print
In poison pen and ink
and arse, bring back the birch
Then take the children off to

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

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