Luyện nghe bài hát Camouflage, Camouflage

Alice, where's your
She look in the encyclopedia's ceaseless chatter
Alice, where's hair?
She said; look in the sharp of a butterfly knife
Alice, where's teeth?
She said, look at the piano. Theyre dangling from every chord.
Alice, your lips?
Look in the empires the tyrants getting so loud and boring.
Alice, your man?
Look in this black eye like the o in the word goodbye.
Alice, where's house?
Its on the hush of your favorite record's screeching halt.
Alice, your clothes?
Theyll be sheets around your eyes when street boars eat you alive!
Alice, where's your
in hotel rooms stealing stereos.
Mister the a contortionist.
The streets are skipping records hiss.
Camouflage, camouflage.
The draped in camouflage.
The taxis are throwing fits.
Subways are bullets.
Camouflage, camouflage.
The draped in camouflage.
Cant you see the sidewalks are just snakes off last year's skin?
Cant you find your own face shining in the sky's reflection?
Wheres voice?
Wheres your
Wheres your
in camouflage.
Wheres beach?
Wheres your
Wheres clouds?
in camouflage.
Mister the a contortionist.
The streets are records blaring hiss.
Camouflage, camouflage.
The city's in camouflage.
The are jaguars throwing fits.
Subways are bullets.
Camouflage, camouflage.
The draped in camouflage.

She says give me one good reason not to the heart of all its zeros and ones,
Not to smash that telecaster before it a thousand useless slums.
Love bit you in the throat while you staring at the sea.
All the girls in Montreal are smashing in the street.
Its 4am and she's at door with a suitcase, in a nightgown.
We slip through mansions fences full-grown.
We slip through streetlights in rows.
I saw the sky split in two: one half jealous and one cruel.
I felt my chest cave in a pile of synthetic grins.
The fields are day-glo under rainbows dragged through filthy thoughts,
False and camouflage.
I couldn't see the system,
It was as a tape loop repeating.
I see the glorious meadow,
It was camouflaged as a in glass window.
I couldn't see the and affection,
It was as a jungle of erections.
I couldn't see the lightning,
It was as a young machete.