Luyện nghe bài hát Condor Ave

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

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

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

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

Got his hat tipped bottle back in his teeth
like he's buried in the sand at the beach
I can't about you driving off to leave barely awake
To a little 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 could do
And it'll a whisper out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor
Cops were running the scene
Looking for some of clue

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

in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon
Headlights burning bright of you
And someone's burning out on 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 you alone
You can do whatever the hell you to