Luyện nghe bài hát Condor Ave

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

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

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

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

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

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

She took the out past Condor Avenue
Cops were around the scene
Looking for kind of clue

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

You're in your Oldsmobile by the moon
Headlights burning ahead of you
And someone's burning out on Condor
to make a whisper out of you

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