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

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

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

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