Luyện nghe bài hát Antonin Artaud

The young man held a gun to the of God
this holy cow
Put the audience in
Let the take a bow

The old man's words, hot knives
Slicing warm butter
The butter is the
The pealing soul

Scratch on asylum walls
nails and matchsticks
Hypodermic, hypodermic,
Red fix

One man's poison is another mans
One man's agony, another mans
living with his neck
Placed in the noose

Eyes black with
in cramps, contorted
The theater and its
The and the aborted

Those Indians on his bones
Those wank on his bones
Indians wank on his bones
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