Luyện nghe bài hát 1957

I saw the best of my generation destroyed.
of conviction, conflicted, annoyed.
Kicked at and down. 6 6 6.
Beat. for the next quick fix.
Unpopular prophets with
Up angels in disguise who want to rob them;
Who want to end up crushed by gods embrace
In the age of the cold wind blowing and dogs in
faces are fading. Theyre the loneliest drunk.
In empty rooms by Thelonious Monk.
Felonious and plate glass squares
That see empty eyes that look past theirs.
Street cheetahs with a gun in each hand
Who are at sea and are desperate to reach land.
descending. Swimming in the crooked waters.
Hello Sid Vicious, goodbye Dodgers...

No joke. Hit the low note.
We all go to heaven in a row boat.

1957 Chevy Bel Air. Interior especially.
Bloody probably. Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley.
Black Flame Trilogy. louder bass.
Battle sites. Rock. Satellites in outer space
Words wont help but a few can.
Crew cuts and black leather. Ku Klan.
Men wear hats. In fact, are shared.
Opiates addicted to and scared.
The underground is real. Delivered greens to queens.
motion of free-thinkers and libertines.
Who suffer alone all night pains
Hooked on drums and who fight chains.
Its Faulkner and Baldwin. Insult and reality.
Spy vs. spy and the of personality.
What can the numbers and the words in my head
was here and so was Buster Crab and Ed Gein.

No joke. Hit the low note.
We all go to heaven in a row boat.

The pen keeps in attempt to sink the jingoes.
Fight em with hula hoops, frisbees and flamingoes.
Up running all night. Late ordered.
Have gun will travel. Great forward.
Man on the corner with dark free and preaching.
Appetite is monstrous. is Dionysian.
All over the world, so much in one show.

Playwright Arthur Miller Marilyn Monroe.
Hard rain falling. Babies sleeping in palms.
Alarm clocks ringing. monks and bomb squads.
Of The Body Snatchers. Clairvoyants and mediums.
Believers in nothing. freaks and bohemians.
Red is the new black. files.
Rebels and grand dragons. trials.
and Bobby Fisher country. No part is red,
Just and white. Humphrey Bogart is dead.

No joke. Hit the low note.
We all go to heaven in a row boat.