Luyện nghe bài hát Bay of Pigs

Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've been
as our house in ruin.
I know what I'm doing
alone in the
at the or at the pier,
watching ships in the rain.
The just bones.
The world is black stones dressed up in the
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
beneath the lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't mean a thing. It never a thing.
It mean a thing. It never means a thing.
got that swing.
I've seen it all. I've it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her made of wood.
As apocalypses go, that's good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you
Please your spurs.
to think of it, remove your 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 well. I live in the mine.
I'm still mud at the towers all the time.
I a walk
and threw up in an Garden.
I was in the North, but my father's from the South.
Love is a political with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're and have every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
night was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. night.
You on the side of good.
I was of the sea's guts,
a crumbling trapped 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 is the kind of thing we see every day.
The tide comes in. The 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 this wine I love.
Like a beast, better-off dead,
going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And of my mind (the Sunflower),
and speaking of a world turning on you,
I was years old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight,
I was on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a romantic. You were swine.
You've got to spend money to money.
You've got to calling me "honey".
Oh world! You fucking explosion that us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so of the night,
and the on the boats, busted in the shipyard
down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You traveled light (all night, night),
to arrive at the
of the inutterable secret,
and you shut mouth.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've it all.
and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind the trees makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon. Soon.