Luyện nghe bài hát Apparition No12

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

I've a death warrant out on the moon
I saw what when the prophet spoke too soon
And I heard the radio sneeze the evening
And all the bat-squeak singers selling fake hope to the

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

I've a paper corpse holing 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 striking to the embers of the past

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

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