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 your eyes flash out a
But they'll be another morning afternoon and tonight
Fuck hours sick with singing
Sick singing the same songs
In the bars, soon 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 only on what was burning
And it grew, the grew
And now with nothing to
It's turned on me in my room
Where burn, you think I'm finished
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

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