Luyện nghe bài hát Ambulance Vs. Ambulance

Ambulance X extracts consultants
from the slow death at the office orifice.
Ambulance Y the sigh of the recent amputee
and her in the xylophone trees.
X scours the tanning complex for repunzels
rotting in skin cooking coffins.
Ambulance Y drops the body off at the step.
X pulls you out of the party
and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his
but Y teaches you the word goodbye
and cuts hands to show you where you stand,
under the monolith of what is love and is scam,
what is sun and is tan.
The Angels pull up to your doorstep
the sirens emergency,
"you'd better quick."
The Angels chisel a crack in your mouth,
and then they paint a with your regret and shouts.
tape and decode the moans,
ventilate the scandal from these locked up holes.
never see your wife
and children again so tell us it was going through your head,
you looked into their eyes
and said "no thanks i'll take the instead"
You'll see that office again
so when the nurse amputates both of thighs
a little bit closer to the mic
and tell us you miss more your desk or the hungry sky.
The Ambulance Angels up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling sonnets and shards.
The Ambulance notify your next of kin
and show them the book of your operation:
His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and
all his secret wishes, all his famous sighs.
you remember, Oh yeah, before you give in,
just remember we're coming back for children.