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 next fix.
prophets with problems
Up against angels in who want to rob them;
Who didnt to end up crushed by gods embrace
In the age of the cold wind blowing and dogs in
Whos faces are fading. the loneliest drunk.
In empty haunted by Thelonious Monk.
Felonious and plate glass squares
That see empty eyes that look straight theirs.
Street walking cheetahs with a gun in each
Who are lost at sea and are desperate to 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.

1957 Chevy Bel Air. Interior especially.
probably. Stereo: Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley.
Black Flame Trilogy. louder bass.
sites. Little Rock. Satellites in outer space
Words wont but a few bucks can.
cuts and black leather. Ku Klux Klan.
Men wear hats. In fact, are shared.
Opiates addicted to and scared.
The underground is real. Delivered to river queens.
Perpetual motion of and libertines.
Who suffer all night with pains
on drums and who fight with chains.
Its and Baldwin. Insult and curse reality.
Spy vs. spy and the of personality.
What can the numbers and the in my head mean?
Killroy was here and so was Buster and Ed Gein.

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

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

Playwright Arthur Miller Marilyn Monroe.
Hard rain falling. sleeping in Gods palms.
Alarm clocks ringing. Warrior and bomb squads.
Invasion Of The Snatchers. Clairvoyants and mediums.
Believers in nothing. Speed and bohemians.
Red is the new black. files.
and grand dragons. Obscenity trials.
Lolita and Bobby Fisher country. No is red,
Just and white. Humphrey Bogart is dead.

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