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 flash out a warning
But they'll be another morning after and tonight
Fuck long sick with singing
Sick with singing the same
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
Because you win on issue
Now, can I you?
Don't you 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 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, 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 faces fold into me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths open, but we set them sighing
We'll them flying
And we'll take man left almost passed out
Cause we're sure he needs a hand
He says he can't
And when we him up
He asks us where this will land
But he knows we know it coming down
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