Luyện nghe bài hát Bay of Pigs

Soon.
Soon.
Listen, been drinking
as our lies in ruin.
I don't know I'm doing
alone in the
at the or at the pier,
watching ships in the rain.
The world's bones.
The world is stones dressed up in the rain
with no to go but home-
like Nance.
On a night this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and of fighting
beneath the lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't a thing. It never means 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, wouldn't you
remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, remove antlers.
Haven't you for ages.
I fly into rages at the mention of your name,
White.
I think 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 slinging mud at the all the time.
I took a
and threw up in an Garden.
I was born in the North, but my father's the South.
Love is a beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. night.
You on the side of good.
I was of the sea's 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 this 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 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 speaking of a turning sour 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 hopeless romantic. You swine.
You've got to spend to make money.
got to stop calling me "honey".
Oh world! You fucking explosion that us around!
The searchlight over, so sick of the night,
and the kids on the boats, busted in the
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. 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.