Luyện nghe bài hát Condor Ave

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor
She locked the car an' past into rhythmic quietude
Lights burning, dry and hoarse

I threw the screen like a bastard back and forth
The chimes fell over each other, I onto my knees
Sound of the car off made me feel diseased

A sick shouting like you hear at the
Now I'm picking up to put anything of yours that's still around
I don't know to do with your clothes or your letters
It'll make a out of you

She the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
The fairground's lit, a man sits
By the gate she's through

Got his hat tipped bottle back in his teeth
Looks like buried in the sand at the beach
I can't think about you driving off to leave awake
To take a nap while the road is straight

I wish that car had been discovered
They took the bottle and the hat he was under
That's the one thing that he never do
And it'll a whisper out of you

She the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
Cops were around the scene
for some kind of clue

They never get uptight when a moth crushed
Unless a bulb really loved him very much
I'm lying down, smoke from my cigarette
Little whisper smoke signs you'll never get

You're in your Oldsmobile driving by the
Headlights burning bright of you
And burning out on Condor Avenue
Trying to make a out of you

What a shitty to say, did you really mean it?
You never a word to me about what passed between us
So now I'm leaving you
You can do whatever the hell you to