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
your eyes flash out a warning
But they'll be another morning after afternoon and
long 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
you win on every issue
Now, can I kiss
you care how long it's been?
It has so many 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 to consume
It's turned on me in my glass
Where burn, you think I'm finished
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

So, me, I'm yours, morning starship
Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the street corner this clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all fine faces fold into me
The warmth the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
We'll take them
And we'll take man left almost passed out
Cause we're sure he needs a hand
He says he stand
And when we him up
He asks us where this ship will
But he knows we know it coming down
He knows we know fly so far
Til finally stars hold him in all
Til he forgets the
Til he the crawling way
Real people are