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
back and forth across some continents"

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

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

All the truth now in how lying there
Shoulder bladed rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how lying there in
Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly

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

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

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

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

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