Luyện nghe bài hát 1957

I saw the best minds of my destroyed.
of conviction, conflicted, annoyed.
Kicked at and down. 6 6 6.
Beat. for the next quick fix.
Unpopular prophets with
Up against angels in disguise who to rob them;
Who didnt to end up crushed by gods embrace
In the age of the cold wind blowing and in space;
Whos are fading. Theyre the loneliest drunk.
In empty rooms haunted by Monk.
punks and plate glass squares
That see empty that look straight past theirs.
Street walking cheetahs a gun in each hand
Who are lost at sea and are to reach land.
Orpheus descending. Swimming in the 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. velvet especially.
Bloody probably. Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley.
Black Flame Trilogy. louder bass.
Battle sites. Little Rock. Satellites in space
Words wont help but a few can.
Crew and black leather. Ku Klux Klan.
Men wear hats. In fact, are shared.
Opiates to and parents scared.
The underground is real. greens to river queens.
motion of free-thinkers and libertines.
Who suffer alone all with pains
Hooked on and who fight with chains.
Its Faulkner and Baldwin. Insult and reality.
Spy vs. spy and the of personality.
What can the and the words in my head mean?
Killroy was and so was Buster Crab and Ed Gein.

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

The pen keeps in attempt to sink the jingoes.
em with hula hoops, frisbees and pink flamingoes.
Up running all night. Late ordered.
Have gun will travel. Great forward.
Man on the corner dark glasses 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 in Gods palms.
Alarm ringing. Warrior monks and bomb squads.
Of The Body Snatchers. Clairvoyants and mediums.
Believers in nothing. freaks and bohemians.
Red is the new black. files.
and grand dragons. Obscenity trials.
Lolita and Bobby Fisher country. No is red,
Just black and white. Humphrey is dead.

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