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

Pull down the shades, lets the morning
Lets the morning, let it die
Will your eyes out a warning
But they'll be morning after afternoon and tonight
Fuck long sick with singing
Sick singing the same songs
In the bars, they'll soon be
Lets cash my 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?
you care how long it's been?
It has so many years, I lived my yearning
But in every bed, it led me
only bloom on what was burning
And it grew, the fire
And now nothing to consume
turned on me in my glass room
Where I'll burn, you I'm finished
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

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