Luyện nghe bài hát Desperate Journalist

Hey mister a
A for salad
Is written by my
In

He uses long
semiotics and semolina
But I

Enigma and

The lads go rampant on insignificant
And this with rude soulless obliqueness

Everything's to a grinding halt
I use such words

It's all clever
All this charming fiddling about aims for the anti-image
But it naturally creates the perfectly malleable

enigma
Of the
They try to

But the really
They're trying to sell us something
Their is more artificial than most
This is perhaps part of

But it seems more their naivity

Everything's to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding
Everything's coming to a grinding

how really songs what are made of (?)
Murk and
Tawdry
Inane
Dull dull epigrams
Sometimes they sound like an John Otway
Or an ugly

Toy
bass
Limited guitar

Check the sheet out of my book

People don't the penman
just that in 1979 people shouldn't be allowed to get away with
things like

I say.