Luyện nghe bài hát Beady Eyes On The Horizon

There's a dead man hanging, over the steering wheel of an interstate
Runaway bursting into
And the was gently breathing, sleeping face-down in my
Apartment, and all his friends I'm growing tired of his games...

And there's a homeless man his hands, grooving to the beat
Radiating a police scanner, who said "The air was feeling good to
Me, as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely
Believes in UFOs and who can her when the stars are hanging
Overhead, by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...

(This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one
God himself dictated to me, he said, "This is how all this shits
Be when I your little planet into smithereens." It haunted my
Dreams an accident on replay on a TV screen.)

She sees faces in her dreams--strange machines she'd seen
Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire
And there were in the desert, waving to the crowd
Dictating seven angry letters a man up in the clouds

And there were 27 soldiers telling 27
And a hole inside a hurricane with a of beady eyes
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement the stars are gathered 'round
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going
Because the sun is just a turned the other way around!

There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines deals and
Swapping photographs of of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork
Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic of
Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is
In behind him from inside a wall of and she is dancing with the neon because
The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are the
Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all friends when there's no
Time to load a weapon and no time to make and people frozen in their tracks
Staring at the sky at a inside a hurricane revealing...

A of beady eyes!
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement the stars are gathered 'round
Because they all will want a front when shit starts going down
Because the sun is a supernova turned the other way around!

This is not a test, is the real thing...
This is not a test, is the real thing...