Luyện nghe bài hát Carl Solomon Blues

"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's hips
Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego
And it's just endless combinations of the old shit
Sloshing back and forth across continents"

All talking it ain't got no use when it's just mal-digestion that's been haunting you
Along reflux opinions from your ulcer moods
You're just a litany of horrors like the evening but

Off somewhere in a New York flat, benzedrine rants of immeasurable frenetic praise
That cauterize before they

All the truth now in how you're lying
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug from your feet
All the truth now in how you're lying in
Angelheaded elsewhere so meek

Slapped like a has by syntactic gods
whom the help you find your glasses but not your lower jaw
And you don't want to surprised but you're in constant AHHH!
no fig leaf big enough to hide your dicktion flaws now

Teeming pools of shame that spit out
Infinitely indolent verbs across your
Who dig cloddish claws instantly into some nouns legs
if once your manuscript just limped now become quite lame but

Off somewhere in New flat, they don't deal with things like that, just
immeasurable frenetic praise that as it saves

All the truth now in how you're lying
bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how lying there in
angelheaded so markedly meek

All the truth now in how lying there
shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled your feet
All the truth now in how you're there in
angelheaded elsewhere for the six weeks