Luyện nghe bài hát Carl Solomon Blues

"Backwash districts from Ra's bright hips
to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips
And it's just combinations of the same old shit
Sloshing back and across 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 a litany of horrors like the evening news but

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

All the truth now in how you're there
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled your feet
All the now in how you're lying there in
Angelheaded so markedly 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 look surprised but you're in AHHH!
Ain't no fig big enough to hide your dicktion flaws now

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

Off somewhere in New York flat, they don't deal with things like that,
immeasurable frenetic that cauterizes 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
angelheaded so markedly meek

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