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 eyes flash out a warning
But they'll be another morning afternoon and tonight
Fuck long hours with singing
Sick singing the same songs
In the bars, they'll soon be
cash 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 been?
It has been so years, I lived my yearning
But in every bed, it led me
They only on what was burning
And it grew, the grew
And now nothing to consume
It's 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, starship
Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street this clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all these faces fold into me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set sighing
take them flying
And we'll this man left almost passed out
Cause pretty sure he needs a hand
He says he stand
And we pick him up
He us where this ship will land
But he knows we know it coming down
He knows we we'll fly so far
Til finally stars hold him in all
Til he forgets the
Til he the crawling way
Real sometimes are