Luyện nghe bài hát Bay of Pigs

Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've drinking
as our house in ruin.
I don't what I'm doing
alone in the
at the or at the pier,
ships disappear in the rain.
The world's bones.
The is black stones dressed up in the rain
no place to go but home-
just Nance.
On a night this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and sick of
the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't mean a thing. It means a thing.
got that swing.
I've it all. I've seen it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's of wood.
As go, that's pretty good.
Sha-la-la, you say?
Please remove spurs.
Come to think of it, your antlers.
Haven't you for ages.
I still fly rages at the mention of your name,
White.
I about you often, off in the desert,
laughing your head off in the of the Night.
Say a for the light.
So now I live well. I in the mine.
I'm still slinging mud at the all the time.
I took a
and threw up in an Garden.
I was born in the North, but my from the South.
is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and have every to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
night was a waste of time.
Every night. night. Every night.
You on the side of good.
I was inside of the guts,
a beauty trapped in a river of ice.
A beauty trapped in Paradise,
oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide comes in and the goes out again.
I suppose this is the of thing we see every day.
The tide in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A ransom note written on the night sky
reminds me what-in-particular about this I love.
a punctured beast, better-off dead,
compliments going to my
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And speaking of my (the Sunflower),
and speaking of a world turning on you,
I was twenty old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight,
I was on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a hopeless romantic. You swine.
You've got to money to make money.
got to stop calling me "honey".
Oh world! You fucking explosion that 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 traveled (all night, every night),
to at the conclusion
of the inutterable secret,
and you your mouth.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've it all.
and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The through the trees makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon. Soon.