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

seen a death warrant out on the moon
I saw what happened when the spoke too soon
And I heard the radio into the evening
And all the bat-squeak singers selling fake to the sleeping

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

seen a paper corpse holing up a doorway
I heard the lonely singing yeah, I did it your way
And I held the future up to a looking
It bears a striking resemblance to the 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 the glimmer in a hurricane's eye
I've seen these with their noses to the sky

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