Luyện nghe bài hát Brunceling's Song

James Jesus Angleton sells sunlamps to door
in this so-called peacetime, even spooks fight to stay
I much like him, but I sit and mind his car
He says, "Brunceling, where to
This suburb's ours..."

They said "adapt," and, sometime back, I I snapped
but no big deal, I would not trade my luck
I have no system now, I just drift I'm found;
"Brunceling, hand me down a new slogan",
HAS SET US FREE!
NOTHING, NOTHING, IS TRUE
An assassin's which has lodged in my neck
picks up Radio Kabul and it me to death--
NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING IS

"I know Khomeini, John Booth and the Jackson 5,"
the old man roared as I him into his bed,
"Why, they control the bourbon runs from to Brunei!
Brunceling, like me," he said
"They fear us cause we no blame
and too fucking old to change.
Too many for making amends.
Too many favours for of dead friends.
Oh, their mumbled thanks came to them.
Too many on the knolls,
Too many alibis to hold,
I'm a sad old joke; I spoke..."

THE VEIN, OPEN THE VEIN,
OPEN THE VEIN, WIDER THE
Let in rain, let in more rain
SEVER THE PHONELINE, THE HEAD,
SEEING IN WHITE, GREEN, AND RED
I think he's dead, I he's dead
Nothing, nothing, nothing is

Old friends now reject me for misjudgements made
are in power, some in flyover graves
Nothing, nothing, nothing is
And tell me, stiff, whose little baby were