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 another morning after and tonight
Fuck hours sick with singing
Sick with singing the same
In the bars, they'll be drinking
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 kiss
Don't you care how long it's
It has so many years, I lived my yearning
But in bed, it led me through
They only bloom on what was
And it grew, the fire
And now nothing to consume
turned on me in my glass room
Where I'll burn, you think I'm
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

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