Luyện nghe bài hát Condor Ave

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

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

A sick like you hear at the fairground
Now I'm up to put away anything of yours that's still around
I know what to do with your clothes or your letters
It'll make a out of you

She the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
The lit, a drunk man sits
By the gate driving through

Got his hat bottle back in between his teeth
Looks like he's buried in the at the beach
I can't think you driving off to leave barely awake
To a little nap while the road is straight

I that car had never been discovered
They took away the and the hat he was under
That's the one that he could never do
And it'll make a out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor
Cops running around the scene
Looking for kind of clue

They never get uptight a moth gets crushed
Unless a light bulb loved him very much
I'm lying down, blowing smoke my cigarette
Little whisper smoke signs that you'll get

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

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