Luyện nghe bài hát Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed On The Roof Of The Chelsea Hotel, 1979

Pull the shades, lets kill the morning
Lets the morning, let it die
Will your eyes flash out a
But they'll be another morning afternoon and tonight
Fuck long hours sick with
Sick singing the same songs
In the bars, soon be drinking
Lets my check and drink along

Old times, hello, hey, missed you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on issue
Now, can I you?
Don't you care how long it's
It has been so years, I lived my yearning
But in bed, it led me through
only bloom on what was burning
And it grew, the grew
And now with nothing to
It's turned on me in my glass
Where I'll burn, you think I'm
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

So, take me, I'm yours, morning
Sparkling stars line your lights as lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all these fine faces fold me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them
take them flying
And take this man left almost passed out
Cause pretty sure he needs a hand
He says he can't
And we pick him up
He asks us where this will land
But he knows we know it coming down
He knows we we'll fly so far
Til finally stars him in all around
Til he forgets the
Til he the crawling way
people sometimes are