Luyện nghe bài hát Carl Solomon Blues

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

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

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

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

Slapped like a has been by syntactic
whom which the help you find 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 hide your dicktion now

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

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

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

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