Luyện nghe bài hát Carl Solomon Blues

"Backwash districts sprung from bright hips
to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips
And it's just endless combinations of the 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
Along with opinions from your ulcer moods
You're just a litany of horrors the evening news but

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

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

like a has been by syntactic gods
whom which the help you find your 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

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

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

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

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