Luyện nghe bài hát Apparition No12

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

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

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

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

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

And I the ghosts of the ashes and the orchids
I've got promises tattooed on the insides of my
And I'll be watching the Richter reaches 10
I bled by weapons, babe, and now I'm one of them.