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

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

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

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