Luyện nghe bài hát Apparition No12

Hey now my red rolling in
To catalogue and number every stone cold
And I've seen Sal his way up to the stars
I've angels in the shooting galleries qnd heroes in the bars

I've seen a death out on the moon
I saw what happened the prophet spoke too soon
And I heard the radio sneeze into the
And all the singers selling fake hope to the sleeping

I've seen the up of cold hard facts
And they're burning acid holes in the racks
And I saw Jenny a baby in the street
Where they're blind mans bluff between the dying and the concrete

I've seen a paper corpse up a doorway
I heard the lonely voices yeah, I did it your way
And I held the up to a looking glass
It bears a resemblance to the embers of the past

I've seen the chorus-girls, the and the rot
electoral debates on the steel-rim of a whiskey shot
And I caught the in a hurricane's eye
I've seen these AK-47's with noses to the sky

And I smelled the ghosts of the ashes and the
I've got promises tattooed on the of my eyelids
And I'll be watching when the reaches 10
I by these weapons, babe, and now I'm one of them.