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

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

Old times, hello, hey, missed you
Old life, hey now, let me in
you win on every issue
Now, can I you?
Don't you care how it's been?
It has so many years, I lived my yearning
But in every bed, it led me
They only bloom on what was
And it grew, the grew
And now with 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, starship
Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner this has yet leaned against
I'll let all these fine faces into 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 pretty he needs a hand
He says he stand
And when we him up
He asks us this ship will land
But he knows we know it isn't coming
He knows we we'll fly so far
Til finally hold him in all around
Til he the ground
Til he forgets the way
Real sometimes are