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 endless combinations of the same old shit
back and forth across some continents"

All that talking it ain't got no use when it's just that's been haunting you
with reflux opinions from your 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 cauterize they save

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

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

Teeming of alphabetic shame that spit out
Infinitely indolent verbs across your
Who dig their cloddish claws instantly into some nouns
if your manuscript just limped now it's 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 lying there
shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from feet
All the now in how you're lying there in
elsewhere so markedly meek

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