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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

James Jesus Angleton sells door to door
in this so-called peacetime, even spooks to stay alive
I don't much him, but I sit and mind his car
He says, "Brunceling, to now?
global suburb's ours..."

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

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

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

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