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

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

Old times, hello, hey, I've you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on every
Now, can I kiss
you care how long it's been?
It has so many years, I lived my yearning
But in every bed, it led me
They only on what was burning
And it grew, the fire
And now nothing to consume
It's on me in my glass room
Where burn, you think I'm finished
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

So, take me, I'm yours, morning
Sparkling stars line lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all these fine faces into me
The warmth the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
We'll them flying
And we'll take this man left passed out
Cause we're pretty he needs a hand
He he can't stand
And we pick him up
He asks us this ship will land
But he knows we it isn't coming down
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