Luyện nghe bài hát Desperate Journalist

Hey mister a
A for salad
Is by my friend
In

He uses long
Like semiotics and
But I

Enigma and

The lads go on insignificant symbolism
And compound this rude soulless obliqueness

coming to a grinding halt
I use such words

all clever stuff
All this charming childish fiddling aims for the anti-image
But it naturally creates the perfectly malleable

enigma
Of the
They try to

But the Cure
They're just to sell us something
Their product is more artificial than
is perhaps part of their

But it seems more their naivity

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

Note how really songs are made of (?)
Murk and
Tawdry
realisations
Dull dull epigrams
they sound like an avant-garde John Otway
Or an ugly

Toy
Sprightly
Limited guitar

Check the out of my favorite book

People forget the penman
It's just that in 1979 shouldn't be allowed to get away with
things like

I say.