Luyện nghe bài hát 1957

I saw the minds of my generation destroyed.
of conviction, conflicted, annoyed.
Kicked at and down. 6 6 6.
Beat. Looking for the quick fix.
Unpopular prophets with
Up against angels in disguise who to rob them;
Who didnt want to end up crushed by embrace
In the age of the cold blowing and dogs in space;
Whos faces are fading. the loneliest drunk.
In rooms haunted by Thelonious Monk.
Felonious punks and glass squares
That see empty that look straight past theirs.
Street walking cheetahs with a gun in each
Who are at sea and are desperate to reach land.
Orpheus descending. Swimming in the waters.
Sid Vicious, goodbye Brooklyn Dodgers...

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

Chevy Bel Air. Interior velvet especially.
Bloody probably. Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley.
Black Flame Trilogy. louder bass.
sites. Little Rock. Satellites in outer space
Words wont help but a few can.
Crew cuts and leather. Ku Klux Klan.
Men wear hats. In fact, are shared.
Opiates addicted to and scared.
The is real. Delivered greens to river queens.
Perpetual of free-thinkers and libertines.
Who alone all night with pains
Hooked on drums and who 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 here and so was Crab and Ed Gein.

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

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

Playwright Arthur marries Marilyn Monroe.
Hard rain falling. Babies in Gods palms.
Alarm clocks ringing. Warrior monks and 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 black and white. Humphrey is dead.

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