Luyện nghe bài hát Bay of Pigs

Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've drinking
as our lies in ruin.
I don't know what I'm
in the dark
at the or at the pier,
ships disappear in the rain.
The just bones.
The is black stones dressed up in the rain
with no place to go but
like Nance.
On a night like this, why, pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and sick of
beneath the diseased of the discotheque at night.
It don't a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't a thing. It never means a thing.
got that swing.
I've it all. I've seen it all.
a girl. Her heart's made of wood.
As go, that's pretty good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you
remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, remove antlers.
Haven't you for ages.
I still fly into rages at the mention of name,
White.
I about you often, off in the desert,
laughing your off in the Forest of the Night.
Say a for the light.
So now I live well. I in the mine.
I'm still mud at the towers all the time.
I a walk
and threw up in an Garden.
I was born in the North, but my father's the South.
Love is a political beast jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and have every to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every night was a of time.
Every night. Every night. night.
You on the side of good.
I was of the sea's guts,
a crumbling beauty in a river of ice.
A beauty trapped in Paradise,
oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide in and the tide goes out again.
I suppose this is the of thing we see every day.
The comes in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A note written on the night sky above
me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
Like a punctured beast, dead,
going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And of my mind (the Sunflower),
and of a world turning sour on you,
I was twenty old in 1992.
I was in golden sunlight, alright?
I was ripped on dope. You a ray of sunshine.
I was a romantic. You were swine.
got to spend money to make money.
You've got to stop me "honey".
Oh world! You explosion that turns us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so of the night,
and the kids on the boats, in the shipyard
down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You light (all night, every night),
to arrive at the
of the inutterable secret,
and you shut mouth.
seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind through the makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon. Soon.