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 another morning afternoon and tonight
Fuck hours sick with singing
Sick with the same songs
In the bars, they'll be drinking
Lets cash my and drink along

Old times, hello, hey, I've you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on issue
Now, can I you?
Don't you care how long it's
It has been so years, I lived my yearning
But in bed, it led me through
They bloom on what was burning
And it grew, the grew
And now with nothing to
It's on me in my glass room
Where I'll burn, you think I'm
Think I'm not
Well, go on,

So, me, I'm yours, morning starship
Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all fine faces fold into me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
take them flying
And we'll take this man left passed out
Cause we're sure he needs 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 the ground
Til he the crawling way
Real sometimes are