Luyện nghe bài hát Carl Solomon Blues

"Backwash districts sprung Ra's bright hips
Reduced to silkscreen job new car ego trips
And it's just endless of the same old shit
Sloshing back and forth some continents"

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

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

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

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

Teeming pools of alphabetic shame spit out
Infinitely verbs across your page
Who dig their cloddish claws instantly into some nouns
if once manuscript just limped now it's become quite lame but

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

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

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