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. Looking for the quick fix.
prophets with problems
Up against in disguise who want to rob them;
Who want to end up crushed by gods embrace
In the age of the cold blowing and dogs in space;
faces are fading. Theyre the loneliest drunk.
In empty rooms haunted by Monk.
Felonious punks and plate glass
see empty eyes that look straight past theirs.
Street walking with a gun in each hand
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 in a little row boat.

Chevy Bel Air. Interior velvet especially.
Bloody probably. Stereo: Buddy Holly, Presley.
Black Trilogy. Quadruple louder bass.
sites. Little Rock. Satellites in outer space
Words wont help but a few can.
Crew cuts and leather. Ku Klux Klan.
Men hats. In fact, harems are shared.
Opiates addicted to and scared.
The underground is real. Delivered greens to queens.
Perpetual motion of and libertines.
Who suffer alone all 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 numbers and the words in my head
Killroy was here and so was Crab and Ed Gein.

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

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

Arthur Miller marries Marilyn Monroe.
Hard rain falling. Babies in Gods palms.
Alarm ringing. Warrior monks and bomb squads.
Invasion Of The Body Snatchers. and mediums.
in nothing. Speed freaks and bohemians.
Red is the new black. files.
Rebels and grand dragons. trials.
Lolita and Bobby Fisher country. No is red,
Just black and white. Bogart is dead.

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