Luyện nghe bài hát Bay of Pigs

Soon.
Soon.
Listen, been drinking
as our house in ruin.
I know what I'm doing
alone in the
at the or at the pier,
watching disappear in the rain.
The world's 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 diseased lighting of the 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 heart's of wood.
As apocalypses go, pretty good.
Sha-la-la, you say?
Please your spurs.
to think of it, remove your antlers.
Haven't you for ages.
I still fly into at the mention of your name,
White.
I think 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 up in an English 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.
night was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. night.
You on the side of good.
I was inside of the guts,
a crumbling beauty in a river of ice.
A crumbling beauty in Paradise,
oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide out again.
I this is the kind of thing we see every day.
The comes in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the comes in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A ransom note written on the sky above
reminds me what-in-particular about wine I love.
Like a 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 sour on you,
I was twenty old in 1992.
I was bathed in sunlight, alright?
I was on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a romantic. You were swine.
You've got to money to make money.
got to stop calling me "honey".
Oh world! You fucking explosion turns us around!
The searchlight over, so sick of the night,
and the on the boats, busted in the shipyard
down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You traveled (all night, every night),
to arrive at the
of the inutterable secret,
and you your mouth.
I've seen it all. 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.